Purple Tinted Glasses

So maybe by my title, I found my muse… but for writing not painting. Here’s a short poem for those of you who are into that kind of stuff.

Primer

The prep work has started
the canvas sits blank
set up on it’s pedestal
anxious for the tickle of the tools.

The mediums are arranged
in their garden-like rows
sitting placidly dormant
preparing themselves for reincarnation.

A visual feast
is set to emerge
but the mind sits vacant
waiting for her muse to arrive.