We are the keepers
of the clouds, imaginers
of wispy white. See?
That’s one’s a wayward
kite; the other one’s an
elephant with two trunks;
one for break dancing. This
one above’s a drunken boat,
afloat upon a cornflower sea.
We lie about
and count
them, corral
them into cottony
braidings of our
own whim. Swim
in a wave of ivory,
toward a whale epiphany.
I’ll see you on the other
side of that white sand
castle in the sky.
..
Prompted by OctPoWriMo, day 1. Yep. Shawna found an October poem-a-day place.
And I’m a sucker. 😉
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This verse made my whole day> I want to spend the afternoon keeping clouds.
Love:
“braidings of our
own whim. Swim”
I like this poem!
Swim in a wave of ivory toward a whale epiphany…
I could feel myself gazing at the clouds…
I like “we lie about” – like they’re sitting around “imagining” things not quite true!
That is a beautiful photo!
Oh this is just splendid… The image of an elephant with two trunks. Just the kind of images I would see if I just dared to squint my eyes properly.
We need to lie on our backs, on a boat, together some day. I am floating, after reading your magical words. ❤