Sick of the blue skies
And blankets of darkness
No pinholes in the night
And the lack
Of fluffy pillows in the day
Every moment
Filled as if it may pour down
An angels suffocating tear
Whispering grand wind currents
Hail, ice, rain
In every direction
More invisible moons
With clear beaming suns
Cherubs long for sleep
In full clouds
5 comments:
I know you love clouds, especially photographing them, and it's fun to imagine shapes in them, but give me a Texas BLUE sky anyday!
yuck! clouds are where the Care Bears live! We need them.
I want it all, blue skies, gray skies, cloud filled skies, black skies, starless skies, starlit skies, moonlight and sunlight. . . I want it all! But, I can see the cherubs longing for a fluffy spot in which to sleep.
I love the phrases: "No pinholes in the night. . . " and "An angels suffocating tear. . . "
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Marcia so flattered that you used part of this poem in yours. You rock!
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