Blued sky sweet tart half moon
With a cotton candy coating floating
White bread grey moldy off to the side
Crumbs feel minnows nibble toes
Something is here alive
The flies swing low, disappear below,
Frenzied swallows, choreographed hopes,
Sun blue dandelion gold, red bricks green weeds,
The tide of cars passing and
A muttering silence inside me,
A bouquet of purple thistles and dandelions
More profound than roses
illuminated cirrus manuscript faces
alight with day's end glow.
This poem makes me say "nothing new", but the way you name things is interesting. The sky is blue, the moon is half... and a tart, everything is pretty much the way it is in this universe, but instead of calling a cloud by its proper English name, you chose to call it a "cotton candy coating floating", which should be added to the dictionary as the primary word for a cloud. Kudos.
ReplyDelete@Deexmo: Thanks. I think. ;)
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