My Apron

Do you control your mind or does it control you?

I must be very creative

a weaving complexity of inspired dimension

my apron a colorful topography of red sauce and wet paint

add a few oil stains splattered here and there

my messy finger wipe and smudge an intricate design on the fabric

the fabric of all underlying intentions

I look with a critical eye at the mess

I stand back and position the apron in a stream of sunlight 

coming through the window

this places it into an artistic category

depending at which angle you observe it

but of course one can look at it anyway they want

or the way it suits them

today, it seems it suits me to look at it as my megacosm

two seconds later you stroll into the kitchen grab the coffee pot 

starring at the apron and pointing to the red sauce and yellow paint

it's cursed you remark, and walk out nonchalantly

my mind wanders through the textile threads and I see yellow flames

the shape of a demon

Ester dabs the the sauce with her finger.....mmm tasty, what's for dinner?

Devon pick's it up and looks at the oil stains

my car needs a tune-up, do you need this rag?

take note girl your sagacity is poking you in the ribs

no no.... not now! 

but it seems I have no control in capturing the thought in its infancy

it makes me very angry, for a second only, 

runaway thoughts are for the delusional only!

My apron has been discarded on the counter

little devil eyes peeking at me with a sparkle

I grab it and threw it in the washing machine

closing the lid quickly before his little claws push it open!

Reviews

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An interesting write, Hebe.

Certainly an abstract piece; a day in the eventful life of an apron with all it's staining trials and tribulations. This is certainly a different way of observing an inanimate object.

Much like the dishcloth, the apron has many greasy encounters and you detailed them very inventively in this poem.

Nice work.

[Hebe]

Thank you Dooley .... our mind is an intricate web :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

lovely....the apron that has been through the wars, just as the person---indications of all the messes we were in or cleaned up in our lives...the down and dirty of it all.
real life----the abstract art of being.

j.

[Hebe]

Thank you Jacob so glad you liked it

[emmajoy]

' my mind wanders through the textile threads and I see yellow flames ~ the shape of a demon.. '

So many disctinctly mind touching areas, hard to chose which or which!

Such a cleverness of idea.. firstly; a third eyei kind of episode; magical miniatures in different varying colours; a brief private journey into a place away from washing machine, counter and all. Amazing thoughts.. finely lade, Hebe.

Want to read it again and again.. probably will!

[Hebe]

Emma thank you so much for your wonderful review... our mind is an intricate web... ;)

[emmajoy]

My pleasure, it's a beautiful post.

[Pragati Chaudhary]

You are sooooo creative.....
Hahahaha I loved the way you used colours to fill your Poem with feelings of an stained, pained, Smudged Apron :D
truly enjoyed reading!

[Hebe]

Thank you Pragati, so glad you enjoyed it :)

[andrew mitchell]

Who said over thinking was a bad thing! Creative writing but it’s a no for the fancy colours of text which distracts the reader from your thoughts. Nice write.

[Hebe]

Lol... just adding a little colour to this bruised world :) thank you for ypur words :)

[Pete]

wow. someone got bit by the creative bug. sometimes it's best not to overthink things - just play the hands that life deals us day to day. love those colors and title/theme. nice one Hebe!

[Hebe]

Thank you Pete... we spend way too much time thinking :)

[Pete]

yup, you're talking to the king of overthinking ...

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the artwork and the words my friend. The apron gain history, memory and some life marks. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Hebe]

Thank you always for reading my thoughts :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this one my friend and you are welcome.