Punctuation Spill

By Suzette 

There was a little spark that couldn’t ignite until it found the right pressure.

A spark then speech marked, once dumb found a voice, and engulf into a flame; later erupting as a volcano.

Splinters mixed with imagination, splitting into a paragraph, exploded onto a canvas; as my nimble fingers reach out.

Colour after colour collides into one, while a sentence or two came to mind.  Another paragraph is paved out by larva, cannot stop it now.  Stroke after stroke be it thick or thin; trying not to spoil every thing.  The teaching in my head goes capitals begin, a comma for direction, while an exclamation screams..; still ejected larva spills. A silent trickle finally flat lines, then abruptly, full, stops. The picture has colour with some shadowy spots.  Wide open spaces; stand back and watch.