Time was an afterthought
as the clouds called us to attention,
demanding we acknowledge
through misty eyes
or other fog-soaked facilities
the half-eaten candy of a pastoral dream
where rolling grasses trampled
through an otherwise quiet afternoon.
The half-hidden sun
implored us to come outside,
though we misunderstood
as he went in circles for days,
refusing to get to the point,
so we sat inside, anticipation dawning
with dew-drenched ideas of misadventures
masked by another day’s ascent.
© 2020 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday photo prompt “clouded” #writephoto
Photo by Sue Vincent
Beautiful poem. Enjoyed these lines :-
as he went in circles for days,
refusing to get to the point,
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Thanks so much 🙂
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You are welcome. 🙂
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Beautiful imagery conjured here, Phillip.
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Brilliantly poignant Phillip….
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Thanks!
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Lovely poem Philip 🙂
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