i have yet to paint it ...yet

sacrifice to the insomnia gods..

i have yet to paint it ...yet

 

i have visited the moon 

from my serenity rock meditation

along the lulling waves lapping at the shores of my soul

 

i yearn for a new perspective

 

so i climbed my tree and hung out

on a sturdy branch

high above the water

and saw a new vision

that I have yet to paint...

 

 

 

Author's Note

True story

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

Sounds like a good metaphor for future dreams and hopes if not plans. Vivid picture you paint here.

[Mr. Lopez]

My how the mind will race and paint these vivid pictures in our minds. This poem may be short and a by product of your insomnia but I thought that it was great ! many Kudos.