Under a Watchful Sky
A weary sky settles
low on a bed of soft sand,
eyes closing,
and drifts in dreams
of agile hands –
hands birthed from
crystal clouds,
rising and falling
like a breath
calling, haunting
from the ages,
beating aloud like the pulse
of man’s muse –
sculpting, painting, inventing
an artist’s sanctuary.
A sparkling sky witnesses,
with eyes wide,
beauty and imagination
birthed from inspired minds,
and wakes from dreams
of agile hands creating
an original portrait,
a unique expression.
With a wink from
the eccentric and
offbeat clouds,
a communal museum,
comes to life -
a labor of love
shrouded by sky
on a bed of soft sand.
for Roy Jerden's East Jesus Poetry Contest, 12/15/14
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014
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