a rope
harnessed to a cloud
and a passing plane
we drew it on a graph
the long climb
to certainty
on the sky’s
broad sheet, more clouds:
knotted grey mats,
white puffy skeins,
disintegrated pollen bursts,
all cluttered around
blank blue space
unable to agree
on the scene
we’re not
the only ones
arguing about the weather
Love the last stanza 🙂
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Awesome. Thanks, Bob. 😊
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The builder?
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So sorry!! Was half asleep! 😴 💤 😴
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Today, I would argue for blue skies. Sorely needed! 😉
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🙂
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I see no reason why you can’t edit or tweak a SOC. I did some research on SOC in poetic form, and this example is cited often. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/44212/the-love-song-of-j-alfred-prufrock
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Wow!!
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Beautiful poem. I love the imagery.
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Thanks so much for reading! So glad you liked it. 🙂
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Love it, especially that last stanza
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THanks, JYP!
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