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
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8 comments:

  1. Anonymous18 July 2011 at 21:51

    such beauty in each word...perfection

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  2. Gigi Ann18 July 2011 at 23:12

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

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  3. Anonymous19 July 2011 at 00:05

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

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  4. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall19 July 2011 at 01:29

    beautiful...

    Glad to see you share.

    Happy Potluck!

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  5. Anonymous19 July 2011 at 02:32

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

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  6. Anonymous20 July 2011 at 17:18

    beautiful

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  7. Anonymous22 July 2011 at 15:58

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

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  8. Flying Monkey24 July 2011 at 19:44

    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.

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