My ApronA Poem by HebeDo you control your mind or does it control you?I must be very creative a weaving complexity of inspired dimension my apron a colorful topography of red sauce and wet paint add a few oil stains splattered here and there my messy finger wipe and smudge an intricate design on the fabric the fabric of all underlying intentions I look with a critical eye at the mess I stand back and position the apron in a stream of sunlight coming through the window this places it into an artistic category depending at which angle you observe it but of course one can look at it anyway they want or the way it suits them today, it seems it suits me to look at it as my megacosm two seconds later you stroll into the kitchen grab the coffee pot starring at the apron and pointing to the red sauce and yellow paint it's cursed you remark, and walk out nonchalantly my mind wanders through the textile threads and I see yellow flames the shape of a demon Ester dabs the the sauce with her finger.....mmm tasty, what's for dinner? Devon pick's it up and looks at the oil stains my car needs a tune-up, do you need this rag? take note girl your sagacity is poking you in the ribs no no.... not now! but it seems I have no control in capturing the thought in its infancy it makes me very angry, for a second only, runaway thoughts are for the delusional only! My apron has been discarded on the counter little devil eyes peeking at me with a sparkle I grab it and threw it in the washing machine closing the lid quickly before his little claws push it open! © 2018 HebeReviews
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7 Reviews Added on October 21, 2017 Last Updated on March 27, 2018 AuthorHebeNJAboutMy passion is dancing Argentine Tango. It takes a minute to fall in love with it and a lifetime to master it. It is elusive & addictive. It is obsessive & blissful. It can take you through a rainb.. more..Writing
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