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