(PAD #05) jellied fish

my fishwill swim my jelly fish planktonacross the sky no current holds them theyswim across just jellied fishlike youand I ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my writing world, new poetry collections and giveaways? Subscribe to my monthly Newsletter here. ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes …

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feathers

it's only feathers I still can fly feathers of mine across the sky ~

bullets (across the sky)

bullets across the sky first pursuing clouds then they chase each other ~ they seek Sydney or they seek Canberra it is North their future lies ~ I look up at the sky to watch white bullets as they part the heavens ~

scry (the sky) the heartbeat

still the water shows only sky no oracle or portent unless tomorrow is an empty space still the sky contains every heartbeat ~

Odin asks

Poem #48 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: A Book of Clouds. Back to A Book of Clouds - Introduction. come now look in my eye I wish to see you true look into my eye ~ Just a reminder: I'm publishing A Book of Clouds over at Seventeen Syllable …

he watches the shapes that are

in the morning in the afternoon sometimes when the light is almost gone he stands attending the sky forms the movement of shapes that are clouds the shifting of white above grey the blowing of billows the sun at play the sun concealed the heaviness that promises rain in wisps and in stripes in puffs …

A Book of Clouds #19: detached

Poem #19 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: A Book of Clouds. Back to A Book of Clouds - Introduction. feather in the sky where is thy bird how come you to be so alone ~ A Book of Clouds is being woven day by day over at seventeensyllablepoetry. …

cloud because

I took a picture of a cloud today because I like it I like them who would not like a picture of my cloud ~

worshipful

oh worshipful day oh homage to the sun low before you I bow ~

cloud search

who herds these clouds I watch them passing above my head wildebeest or bison buffalo of the skies in search of grazing ground perhaps in search of blue pastures of a different kind perhaps they wander in search of home the home where good clouds go no need to rain no need to thunder in …