World like a White Stomach, Red Optional
My world is not round
and so it does not move in circles
like your world.
It is so small I stand above it, my head in space,
while a two-colored rainbow stretches out in my wake—
a straight line which is an echo
of my unbent trajectory into the universe.
Three navels has my world
for the three births it delivers us to:
into this world, within and out of it.
Each is an adventure more easily seen
in a straight world where everything
is not always repeating itself.
Here, fish swim out of the water.
Birds more commonly walk.
And in the distance, we see colors
not of our world.
Stop and go.
The green of earth.
The red that is only an option as we look away,
searching for the million worlds beyond.
The Daily Post Prompt: One day, your favorite piece of art — a famous painting or sculpture, the graffiti next door — comes to life. What happens next?
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
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Thank you for helping me see the world in a totally different way. You continue to amaze me.
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Each time I come to MO, I paint another little painting or two. They are slowly taking over the rooms of this house. This one is in my bathroom–always the place for my favorite paintings. It seems egotistical to pick a painting of my own for this assignment, but it is only my current favorite. When I go back home, one of Bob’s sculptures will probably take its place.
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Your painting amazes me…it is so much like a Paul Klee. I love it. It’s both collage and paints–right? The poem is as abstractly inviting as the picture and I like seeing birds walking and fish swimming quite nicely out of water. I took the trip with you, into, within, and out of it. Fantastic, Judy. (I’ve been writing for two days now–about Grandma McLain, so I have been slightly more grounded than you!)
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