I’m out
Of sorts.
I can’t decide
Where to go,
What to do.
Too many choices are just
Confusing.
Thread, thread ,thread,
The room is full of thread
And cat hair.
Cotton,
A quilt maybe?
Rayon,
I started knitting a hat;
Silk,sigh.
I never know what to do with silk.
Thunderous weather is starting soon.
I can feel the ions pelting my body,
Entering my mind,
Pain!
Quietly sitting, I turn on the music
I imagine the concert
In my mind.
I see jewels on the patrons,
Bows on the children.
The conductor quickly lifts
His baton.
Slowly, the cello plays its melodious
Low notes.
The violins, flirting with each other
Add to the melody.
A clarinet brings its own fullness.
In a twinkling, I am at peace.
I pick up my paintbrush.
I have decided.
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