Desertflower,
I love your poem and your picture....It reminds me of the tree of life...It's so spiritual, and hippy-ish!
I wrote this poem after driving to the store. It was mundane, but the city looked so sparkly and pretty.
A longer route home
GO, HESITATE, STOP and SEE,
Red, Yellow, white and Green
side by side,
placed there by builders, city planners and engineers
with intention of order of motion, time-saving,
paint-brushed incidentally, assembled through practicality,
streak across my perception like moving starry night, this night.
Unintentional paintings humbly hung along my way;
Repetition, contrast, monochrome, value,
accidental fruits of the chaos of by-product,
aren't noticed during the short road home.
But this night, I took the longer road home,
one with more STOP signs, travelling under the LIMIT,
slowing down even for GO lights.
an idea borne of purposelessness,
A painting, done with roads, lights, fixtures, and sidewalks,
once camouflaged in the quest for time-preservation,
displayed its textures, colours, shapes and its motives
because I had the time, and because I was receptive.