Monday Mimisms ~ with Mimi Picasso?

She still liked blooms
even in the deepest shades

and long ago on a wild day of palettes
and
precarious strokes of unbridled
blankets
she smattered
a bit
on a
canvas

too young
to know
her work wasn't masterful

too young
to care
her work wasn't masterful

but today when she found it

hidden behind an old garage door

she liked it

she liked the unadulterated

curves of a girl

falling into shades of the deepest deepest
blue
oh what a wild mess she was
that girl
she liked the way the words brushed
the petals
and dips that go nowhere
they
should

she liked that the shades were
not shaded at all
and the table
illusive
and tilting
so wrong

and waiting

to
spill
the
vase

on the cusp of her life
at the start
when
blooms
never die

oh she liked the sway of the woman
undone
in the mind of the girl
and the dark in the part
she kept
to her
self

in a place no one saw

the sprout of
wild colors
an imperfect heart

she liked herself spilling









Footnote: My niece found the watercolor at an auction sale a few years ago. But didn't realize until after she'd purchased it and looked at the back, that her Aunt Mimi had painted it in 1970. I'd given it as a gift to a sweet lady in my church way back in the day, painted a set of oils for my boyfriend's mother for Christmas and never painted again. I miss it. However rudimentary my skills, I remember the smell of the paint and the carefree way I splashed it on - just for me. My niece wrapped it up that year and gave it to me for Christmas. It was a most wonderful surprise - for both of us!
I stopped painting after I grew up and moved away. I wonder why.
I think it would feel good to splatter colors on a canvas again.