Monday, 18 July 2011

Painting whispers (for Poetry Potluck)

Like an undercurrent
There’s a longing in me
A constant pull
A desire to break free
From this life and routine
Day in and day out
It’s like inside of me
Someone’s screaming out loud
While little fluffy clouds are passing by
Like whispers
Painted in the sky


  1. such beauty in each word...perfection

  2. Lovely, I especially like the last three lines, I can see the clouds passing by right now in my minds eye.

  3. Somebody on the same bus I'm on. Let's get off before the end of the line.

  4. beautiful...

    Glad to see you share.

    Happy Potluck!

  5. I loved the flow and the very thought of what clouds can signify - though lately they haven't been whispering, more roaring

  6. This is truly gorgeous and the flow as someone said superb.

  7. Thank you guys :-) Sorry for the late reply but I'm having real difficulty commenting on my own blog. Not sure why or how to fix it.