Complexed, demanding lines, angles
zigzags and just scribbling
sprayed it with crimson and cobalt,
wished to be hung in the living
and I called it a painting.
didn’t realize, while destroying rebuilding the odds
I was rebuilding and reforming myself
first era, where transition tip-toed .
watched geese flying to sun
signaling the transitions
travelling from joy to happiness,
through feelings to emotions
carnivores to herbivores.
didn’t realize while exploring and experiencing
yesterday to today to tomorrow
Second era transpired with failures- recycled in success.
anticipating the unexpected events
The Banyan-tree fell on earth
melting, moving, decomposing
water to tears, tears to soil
slowly witnessing the native land vacant.
didn't realize while bidding adieu
third era is unanswered- mystery, magic or Miracle
Life is Death reborn ?
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Comments: 37
thanks for sharing with Surreal Circus
Overall, my favorite stanza is the first: I could see the painting.
Thank you for your response to the WWE prompt.
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