Dabbling with Paint

I call it so at times.

Yes, I find it unlocks the kiddish attitude inside

There it resides wide-eyed rearing, roaring to find.          

Yes, in my mind there is this energy guide.

 

A spirit once summoned when we were little people.

Fearless, carefree ,and gleeful

Observant, experimental, and still more peaceful

Flirting with creativity where learning is the only vehicle.

 

A daub here a little daub there

A splash here a big splash there

I dabble in it, Wallow in it

No sorrow in it.

A flick here a little flick there

A scrape here a big scrape there

I dabble in it, Model in it,

No hollow nor horror in it.

 

I am grateful to know paint.

So full of great when I dabble with it and abnormal when I ain’t.

No mis-paints nor complaints

In these periods of fun and unrestraint.

 

I choose to find it empowering.

Full of hues even poetic sounding

It never brings lows in, rather uplifting.

As if I were tip toeing the top of mountains.

 

A daub here a little daub there

A splash here a big splash there

I dabble in it, Wallow in it,

No sorrow in it.

A flick here a little flick there

A scrape here a big scrape there

I dabble in it, model in it,

No hollow nor horror in it.

 

Still, there are other findings.

Special shoes to favorite caps and tams, maybe spellbinding.

To combat the splash backs or ons, there are overalls providing.

It’s not too confining nor undermining for one’s shining.

 

An expressive journey

Not always pearly but it keeps I thirsty,

Rooted firmly, I am truly worthy.

Dabbling with paint to my hearts consent is utterly worth it.

 

A daub here a little daub there

A splash here a big splash there

I dabble in it, Wallow in it,

No sorrow in it.

A flick here a little flick there

A scrape here a big scrape there

I dabble in it, model in it,

No hollow nor horror in it.