This is the last known photo
of my amazing inter-galactic
multi-dimensional flying Ghia
and surf buggy supreme
it was taken immediately prior to it
hurtling into the milky way
leaving on its journey
‘cross the crystal galaxy
to travel to Talurus
to mine the golden god tears
that puddle and collect
very near the lapis covered
temple of temporal fire
at the cliffen’d base
of the pearl forests of argus major
all I know for perplexing certainty
is that following the day
my legendary magic Ghia
was to have reached its cosmic destination
star trader — after star trader — after star trader
began delivering me cases — upon cases
of gilded crystal teal tear fall
with notes to count clearly — and index
then prepare them for the prophesized return time
when the wealth of our small band of ghiaphytes
will be shared with joy and life-changing impact
among the fair and faithful who served well
despite incredible improbability
by waiting — believing — and holding to the truth
passed down ions upon ions by the ole volks
foretelling the coming
of a mysterious wonder wagon of dreams
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
I love the story this holds Rob!!! Fascinating and such a creative take on the image. You should continue it on! It is wonderfully told!
Thank you Carrie, I just might? 🙂
Rob, I liked the journey and I hope the Ghias make their return. I really like the Ghias and Doodle Bugs, I had a ’62 Bug with a folding cloth roof but never a Ghia.
Well, I do have a Ghia now, a Ford. Mine is a 1974 Ford Mustang II Ghia green sedan with a beige white vinyl cloth roof. Always garaged and never driven in rain, snow, or wet, and now with 67K miles, pristine, it was my Mother’s car.
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I am hoping your procedure went well for you, we have been pulling for you.
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Thank you so much Jim. It seems all that is behind me for the time. It lingered unsettlingly — but the final angioplasty and stent seems to have done the trick. 🙂
I had two VW Ghia’s in my life. Loved them. Fun magical little cars. My second Ghia was my favorite. It had a Porsche 911 motor in it. Had an upgraded chassis and suspension. Wonderful tuned exhaust. Used to love confounding cocky other drivers. It was a wonderful little “sleeper”! The conversion was done by a good friend, now passed. He had a place called AutobahnCraftwerk. That ride of yours you described sounds really cool! Whatta hot little classic. One of the guys in my band had a 1975 Special Silver Mustang II Ghia. Red interior — it was hot? Take good care of that sweet baby James! 😉
This is a wonderful story poem of galactic travel. One of my favorite modes of travel is through dreams. All those tears being
counted somewhere in the universe brings me a sense of hope that they counted.
Tears matter True, to somebody in their turn.
Rob, I was ecstatic to see your name in the poetry list today. This means your procedure went well. I can see you as a galactic world jumper indexing teal tears.
Thank you so much Lisa. I pray all that is behind me. It was scarier than I wanted to admit… 😐
Wow! That little car has quite a story to tell …
Amazing little car Marion… 😉
You do fantasy so well. I was absorbed into the story from verse one.
Happy Sunday
Much love…
I am pleased gillena… much love my friend! 🙂
Taking the reader further and further away to return to: “by waiting — believing — and holding the truth”
Wow!!
Roundtrip Syl
I love this…sounds like an amazing trip!
Thank you Stacy, I am pleased you enjoyed this. Please visit again. 🙂 Below here are variations of just a couple more of my poetic trips:
https://www.image-verse.com/voyage-of-dreams
This is a fractal fantasy >>> https://www.image-verse.com/wonderwall