You’re already past this new beginning
By ten words.” I joked with my angel.
“With that attitude of time
You’ll be forever outside this portal”
Said she in a wispy wordless voice
That was reminiscent of my nightgowns drapery sounds.
I could tell it was opening for me,
The way my hands began to glow.
“So what’s inside?” My angel amused at my naivety, said
Refineries, monkeys directing eagles
Artists think they are escaping in the boat
they painted, but it is the ever changing sea
That is the fabric of their reality”
I shifted in my shift, uncomfortably
“But what of fair cities and shiney new painted buildings?”
She showed me empty sheep, black inside
Braving a torrent for the black painted door
Somehow I knew it once was red.
Or a red-haired girl, denies her colors
Refuses his expectations, but cannot avoid them,
Drowning in the spring green and yellows
And I am with her, breathing water with my last gasp…
It is graffitti’d in the trees, spoken by them
In pale barks, some paths are plain
And though even here, something amazing yet may hatch
When you reach the end of the earth, you’d best
Throw that bottle off. Where had my angel gone?
Jove is watching with that great eye of the storm
With a gaggle of devoted little moons
In the bottle was a desert
In the desert was a ship afloat
And in that ship a sea
And in that sea, the moon reflected
Inspired by the artwork and prompt at https://dversepoets.com/2017/01/03/poetics-new-beginnings/ Clicking the links will bring you to the artist’s web pages, please do that.