tumble rumble,
rumble fumble,
toes almost waking up,
eyes stretch open with legs extending outward,
onward and upward,
forward and backward,
crumbling fears
dissolve in my morning
cup of joe,
erratic and ecstatic,
bombastic and elastic,
rhymes with no meaning,
I am here,
my consciousness wants to have coffee
with my ego,
jumping into the day
as a kangaroo jumps away from his predator,
lively drumbeats knock around my cerebral walls,
“Hello in there!”,
“Time to get ‘oughta bed!”,
serve up the day’s delights,
be quick,
be efficient in your maneuvers,
be true,
a bastion of paranoia imprisoning my peace.
About the Creator
Karen J. Imas
I am a performing artist and teacher (focuses are writing, literature, philosophy, practical life, acrobatics, and theatre) living in Houston, Texas since 2009. My artist expertise lives in dance, physical theatre, voiceover, and puppetry.
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A Frizzy Sage
Imagine open arms and wistful, whimsical long hair sending an invitation into your heart. This image is my mother. Wild like the mystical sirens of the sea, or what most people refer to as a mermaid. One's upbringing washes up as a flurry of experiences living in the past. Whether I am reading a book or doodling on sketchbook paper, my mama is responsible for the ways in which I see reading, art, artists, cultural understanding, and acceptance others. A professional artist with children is not a combination most women put on their life wish list. My mother, however, took this combination with an immense integrity and joy. My siblings and I played lookouts on the roadside of the Shenandoah mountains, whilst my mother hunted for the perfect fallen tree trunk. I remember feeling like the protector of my mother's soon-to-be-discovered treasure. After our getaway trunk heist, we were congratulated with a raspberry licorice treat from the health food store. Unlike some artists who had to teach themselves the artistic process, my mother gave us frequent lessons on this tedious, eye-opening journey of the artist with her found and magical materials.
By Karen J. Imas4 years ago in Families
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