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I'm home for the holidays, and am sorting through all my random writings from last year. It brings back memories, that's for sure. I thought I'd post a poem I wrote about clouds at night. Towards the latter half of it, it goes off to somewhere else, into what? I don't know...
Wisps of clouds,
glowing in the moonlight.
Dark, looming, creeping.
They're off, into madness,
into a metaphoric unity, playing with words,
Plotting cerebral renaissance-
from a great height!
An invisible blanket covering the stars,
Surrounding the soft embrace of sleep.
Wisps of clouds,
glowing in the moonlight.
Dark, looming, creeping.
They're off, into madness,
into a metaphoric unity, playing with words,
Plotting cerebral renaissance-
from a great height!
An invisible blanket covering the stars,
Surrounding the soft embrace of sleep.