Creativity

 

Deep bright passion lingers 

in the blood  

Trickles through the vains 

Pushes through the colorful mind 

Always rebounding in need, 

Always at a scrambling pace 

Like a squirrel chasing a nut

This way and that with a tumbling need 

More colors to brush the palate, 

Next pages for the book 

Another line for the poem

One more flower for the garden 

Even as the night falls 

Creative spirt haunts the dreams 

Morning scans the sun, plays with clouds 

New colors for the brush 

Twists and lines for the poem 

Bouquets from the  flower garden

Creativity’s wicker basket bulges forever 

Oh what a blessing for the ever churning mind.