Painted Poem

Scene one

A dark November bedroom....through the window, the rise of the sun....orange and hot amongst the cold ghost like frosted morn.

A woman sits up and stretches in her bed.......

"What will the day bring?" she wonders

The answer comes..... perhaps sung from the sun rising overtly orange in the crisp frosty morn.

The sexy sun sings:

"anything you wish it to bring"

 

The rise of the sun signals

a new beginning

A blank canvas 

Reflected in the stark white

of the

framed and stretched

shape 

Is the blaze

of orange

the kiss of pink.....

the paint trails of possibilities

 

Pen your painted poem

Tell your story in brush strokes

Paint your passions

In the walk of your day

and the dance of your night

Each sunrise a

new canvas to create

upon, within

Sexy or sullen scenes

Perfectly purged upon the

space, waiting 

An image created

or none at all
For a blank space
is vibrating....
still

The sexy sun sings to us 

"as you wish"

She teaches us....
as she paints her canvas
of white clouds
waiting
She says........

"Scene two

is up to

you....."