From little on, I have adored the whimsical rhymes and sing-song text in the Dr Seuss books, as well as many other children’s authors. Fantastical art, bright colors, silly words, I drank it all in. I see that same excitement in my grandson with his books. He still crawls up in my lap and we read about anything and everything. It makes me happy that his imagination is active and fertile, we have some great discussions- currently it’s zombies and monsters, other times it’s dinosaurs or monster trucks. We sing songs about everything, and make up silly words, he’s really quick-witted.
Every now and then a poem starts to rattle around in my brain, growing like a snowball gaining size as you roll it through the snow. Usually I’m either in the shower or in the middle of some mundane chore when I’m able to let my mind wander, sometimes it takes a short vacation. At some point I have to grab my ipad or phone and make notes so I don’t forget. (If I write it down on scrap paper or the back of a receipt it will no doubt disappear into that lost realm of house schrapnel, only to be found a decade later.)
Here’s one that kind of just kind of erupted one day. It’s interesting in talking with others in the art group I go to, how many say they take time and do rewrites, tweaking and adjusting, editing for weeks before finishing their piece. In my experience these creative bursts are very rapid and thorough, even my Subversive Garden cartoons were coming as fast as I could draw them. This one had a couple minor edits but really, it was a quick idea. I may do some art and see if it can be published, but for now I’ll park it here.
