For My Birthday Give Me Art! Visions of Mermaids and Fairies, A Poem About the Creative Process

White canvas' and drawers full of colorthe sea lions chime in
brushesand together we feel our artful journeyLove
clayall the beauty around me
pencils and paper to write out my ideasbreath it in
waiting for meInspirationmake it my pleasure to visit anytime I chooseI take
somewhere between folded memories and todaysout my pen and write all my childlike adventures
rainbow or stormy cloudsI write and it saves me
My creativity depends on my focusencourages me
I smileprotects me from my own self sometimes
I frowngets it all out for all to see or to hide in my closetI
I tear up and feel the pang of some ones defeatwrite
oft times my ownArrival at a mermaids denmy friend, my pleasure this pen of mine
flight of a nearby fairy offering her dustMy companion from whomever the words are
Images of old masters who never knew their worthbirthedand then....
How to books of arriving at someone else's visionI cry
Movies of passion or tearsI cry because I lust for my arrival to that space
Fashion magazines and torn out pages of sensualthat space that dismisses criticism
posesthat ache
Fashion magazines of women who line up perfectlyI cry because it seems only inches away
in a crowdat any given moment my teacup might fallSo I YELL
filed carefully to meet my moodMelted, myI YELL at the incoming traffic
treasuresfloods of eyes showing disapproval
together with music!and I YELL at my own struggleTurning around
Ahhh music my muse!I see meI pick my battles and I run
Play it as loud as you can without alarming theI feel the breeze in my hair
neighborssweat falling from my head to my neck that
Feel the base and the pounding of musical notes asconfirms my travel
they meet their objectiveand I feel the rush
Know the lyrics and sing to the top of my lungsbecause I run as far as I canI lie flat on the floor
Yes sing!quiet
All the magic around me is readyThen dance!still and quiet
Dance free on the sand of the closest beach I canI listen to the sound of my own breath
findI try to think of nothing
Dance on fresh mown grassno false prisons that lock out creative souls or the
feel the blood rush to my headinner child
Dance like a fairy under flowers and leavesI think of nothingSilence enters and I am calm
Dance swimming swiftly just like a mermaidonce againBirds
Feel the wetness of her travelthe wind through the tree
close my eyesmy cat licks my face
yes, I am there!So Swim!I open my eyesWhite canvas' and drawers full of
All the fish adorned with their jewels of colorcolor........
and the dolphins of yore