The world has turned and left me spinning
time is thinning
and I am alive. I long to live
in the clouds, my mind
a head of me
among the billowing blanket of puffy cumulus,
a misty mystic world, delicate and wet
hinting at gray but not turning,
only pulpy white.
But mostly the soft outline of anticipation
traces my thoughts
not among the clouds but
thin whisps of moonlight spin
a web in windows obscuring – or
delaying – the world
where I go round.
(c) 2019 Phillip Knight Scott
5 thoughts on “Clouds”
WOW, gorgeous writing, 5-Star.
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I very glad you liked it 🙂 I am proud of this one.
Don’t you love being able to say that!! Some of my pieces I’m especially proud of too…not often, just now and then 🙂
It is truly a great feeling!