the clouds fell to earth tonight millions of water droplets swirled around me as i walked, my flashlight capturing their frenzied fluttering white noise against a starless, moonless sky, so this is how it feels to have one’s head in the clouds, dreamlike, catching tiny water daubs on my skin and the tips of my hair and eyelashes, damp, chill, just me and the trees, the crunch of gravel under my feet and the peepers, awake from their winter slumber, singing of spring
while people mourn the sick and dead trump proclaims ‘we’re rounding the turn’ there’s no end to the lies he churns he fills his sycophants with dread ‘it’s all a hoax, trust me instead… masks? wear them or not…you choose stop testing, silence the fake news!’ we’ll all soon have a choice to make we have a voice in what’s at stake this time we can’t afford to lose
clouds drench the hollow blooms of opaque gray matter obscure perception
imagining you gone | as fogs hovers
i still hear your whispers | dripping with dew
your breath | a gentle breeze
warming my neck | infused by fragrance
the brush of your lips | sweetness blossoming
against my skin | spring on the wind
imagining you gone | sun muted by the gray
pierces my heart | remnants of night
rendering me inconsolable | causing the doves to mourn
kat ~ 31 March 2016
As promised, my second rendering of this interesting poetry form…the Cleave Poem. One should be able to read the left column, right column and each line across as a combined thought giving you three distinct poems. An interesting challenge indeed.
To learn more about the Cleave poem or to give it a try yourself, click HERE to Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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