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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an infinity of endings

 

you....   get roller coaster nightmares

(&) mutiny of blues & fire storm

-perfect for star-gazing-

for this gnarled gardener's hands

you...... forget - life is now - leaps into

empyrean of sunlight on fading grass

with the eyes of a child -

i inhale.... sweetness of soap & sunshine

of solitude 

Sunday is <lost> in books & clouds, forgetting time & Monday

i sink.... into blur lake bottom

you and i mirror yesterday>>>> in a swoop

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - In my end is my beginning, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.   I have taken the endings of my poems for the last months, and rewritten them into a new poem.

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!!!