Blues, Greens, and Aquamarines

Blues, greens, aquamarines,

Dreams

Of rippling reflections.

It's hard to reflect properly,

When the weeping willow hangs so heavily.

Lily pads sprouting pink and yellow flowers

Make me stare at this pretty pond for hours.

I try to get past the surface, to the murky depths below,

But the refracting light blinds me, the foggy waters have nothing to show.

Then I spot a little ladybug buzzing,

Touching down

On a small green pad.

It had to be tired of flying.

I wondered how far it had traveled,

How far it still had to go.

This was only one of the stops

On the spotted beetle's journey.

Soon it will take off again,

And forget this lonely place

Of placid languishing and wishing.

I don't believe I'll stay here long.

Like water, I want to flow like a song.

I can't be stagnant, that feels wrong.

Thinking fresher thoughts, I take my leave

Of these blues, greens, and aquamarines.

I copied this painting way back in February 2014 at an art class. The one at the top is my interpretation, and it hangs on the wall right next to my bed. This morning I was looking at it, and suddenly I got inspired to write a poem about it. ^,^

I've done a handful of other paintings in the past. Maybe I'll write poems based on those too...