walking on air

you said, this is the end

of me

the end of the road

-done-

there i was 

discarded, flinted by rust

but i found

fire from smoke

shape from debris

purpose from destruction

now, i am reaching

for the cathedral spirals

i walk on air

framing each steel lattice into

clouds of my imagination

my hands hammer my spirit

into works of art

-undone-

the road's end is ahead

for me

each ending is yet to be born

Inspired by the work of John Pai

Posteds for dVerse Poets Pub - Tuesdays Poetics: Endings hosted by Kim Russell. I took the approach of #4, end by going back to the beginning.

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What's inside the box

 

blues & blue bows,

endings 

with messy mislabels, endings

of unfinished books, endings

with edges 

of contrition & sleeves of discovery

one door

opening to another door

maze of

                endings, that never

                                                ends

*a drop of ore,

a native flower,

a piece of splendor

day in and day out

Last 4 lines from *What Beauty does by Patricia Spears Jones

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - endings & beginnings, hosted by Peter Frankis.   Thanks for your comments & visits.   Have a Merry and Blessed Christmas.  Happy Holidays!   See you on Jan. 4, 2021!!!

Beginnings

amethyst & ice-crystals
hug my neck, as needles 

of pain stakes my chest,
yesterday's grey- 

lone blackbird perches on
bare twig  

leaps from the darkness &
flies, flashing silver-

my eyes follow,
an apprentice-

then search underneath
frosty dust

my beat-
heat-

beating stone

Grace@EverydayAmazing

Posted for dVerse Poets - Quadrille - 44 word post with the word - LEAP.  Join us when the pub doors open once more at 3pm EST.    Happy New Year!  

Beginnings

When I am murky with words
lost in glade of darkness

Remind me to lean to skylight
where a path  
unfurls of wheat and yellow corn   

When I am caked with dust
drowning in my own quicksand

Remind me to untie my shoes
I have wings
to slice the moon to crescent bows

When I am slipping with despair
walking with leaden knees

Remind me to unmoor my boat
I have hands 
to parcel a sea of beginnings

Jim and Lynn Lemyre - New Beginning

"We invite the viewer to engage with the imagery to discover their own interpretation and to share it with us.  It is art as dialogue rather than monologue, a fabric of conversation, in which we invite the viewer to participate. "      lemyreart.com

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Beginnings hosted by Mish ~  I selected this particular work by the artist ~ Do check out the other artists with the same theme, New Beginnings when the pub opens at 3pm EST ~