Oct2 ON THE EDGES Posted on October 2, 2020 by Stu Standard Bouquet, Van Gogh On The Edges The invitation was relatively concise Arrive at two, the brightest of light A short path to the house Brings you up the three steps A porch sweeps the space The entryway is here Knock once, twice, thrice The door swung upwards Letting you in Gusty wind plays on your back Pushing you inside the two-floor house, First flight Swiveled head & searching eyes The walls were white And nothing else The place was bare, except A sweeping curved stairway centered itself Polished cherry wood atop Carved wood posts with intimate designs Of plentitudes of flowers; a bouquet of railing Uprooted vines holding these tableaux It caught your fancy Drawing you near Noticing the details grow deeper As you traveled the veneer The steps asked you to climb Even though you initially declined The curves, the peaks, the depth drove you so Up the stairway was where you needed to go Upon the landing, three doors were in view The first a white blank The next as vacant as the first But down the hall, the third door was ajar Difference cascaded with what could be seen As you thrust this door open Into a dream The walls were a garden A multitude of colors An aroma on your lips Laid out with grace, so serene From floor to ceiling, white walls a memory, A facing of beauty only nature provides Spaced only apart when a window sat between You count the varieties, the mixes, the hues You softly place fingers Coming away with light dew Turn to the right, to the left Back again and reversed Taking in this garden menagerie. One window tracked you Wanting you to gaze through Stark contrast unappealing A blank whiteness with edges Of shadows descending You shiver as you walk back to room center Sitting down on the floor In equidistant space The facing of flowers Moves you inside Embracing your vibrancy Of peace and good faith Share this:PrintTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrEmailMorePocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...