Whispers, Carousels, Lollipops and Balloons !!!!

Anyone who knows me

knows I love to play with color.

"If it sits still, mom will paint it!"

my daughter warns anyone 

who enters

the household.

I can't argue.

It's true !!!

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Yesterday, during a dull

dreary, winter morn,

faint whispers of creativity beckoned me, 

"Come." 

"You have a craving for color, we see."

Threads of ether connect us three.

My ears perked up, "Yes, I think you are correct!"

"You know it feeds your soul, dig deep

and you will connect."

I have learned to listen to the small whispers,

and follow their cue, 

so off to the garage I flew!

I headed into the depths,

began rummaging through,

my not-so-secret stash,

peering into tubs with a view.

I grabbed handfuls of paint tubes,

wearing my favorite hues, 

 then hastened to

my makeshift studio,

to create a doodle-do.

I plopped down the pirate booty,

 perky conduits of color.

They scampered willy-nilly

hoping, I think, 

to confuse and confound her.

Then feverishly, I set to work.

"I won't be undone. You are the Best, 

the Brightest,

and now our work has begun!"

Queen Canvas of Ply Board,

all primed with wonder,

anxiously awaited

her concert of color.

I squinty-eyed the silent tubes

then finally pronounced,

"Who wants to be birthed?

Who is truly, completely ready 

to prance about?"

Iridescent White was first 

to whisper a plea,

"Pick Me! Pick Me!

PLEASE let it be me!!!

I squirted a blob onto fresh, apple green,

grabbed a fan brush,

then swirled, and twirled...

until she danced supreme.

My excitement grew.

Color by color began to squawk.

Light Blue, Dark Blue 

blurted from their tubes

"We're Luscious Lollipops and 

Bouncy Balloons!"

Light Red, Dark Red 

not to be undone,

shouted from their metal jackets,

"We want to be Big, Bigger, Biggest.

We will be second to NONE!"

Pretty Pink

whispered a perky line or two,

"Let me play,

Let me play,

I can bounce like a balloon too!"

Sunset Yellow entered with a trumpet blast,

"Paint me, Paint me, I want to be LAST!"

And with Sun setting atop a whole carousel tune,

I bid you all goodnight.

I bid you adieu.

"Thank you. Thank you 

for playing,

you're fun. 

My

Tints with a Tune

our dance is now done!"

copyright

Sharon Weir