The Cloud Watcher
Leans on his white picket fence
Gaze fixed on sky above
Suns glare casting warmth upon his face
Watch dragons chasing giants far above
Swirling wolves and misty fish
Dancing across crisp blue canvas
Pirate ships racing buses and trains
Loved ones long gone smiling down
Elephants morphing to turtles
And having drunk his fill
Picks up his chameleon’d cane
Dons his shades
Goes tip tap tapping back indoors
Lead by the bright white stick
6 comments:
sjoe, hectic in...:)
But lovely scenery:)
sense-ational.
To me very plausable.
Tnks for visiting my desert!
I expect your poem man could have morphed unspeakable clouds behind his lids. I read somehwhere that its a good idea to "paint a sky every day." If you did that every day for a year you would record more that a couple of elephant type events, I would think. Like it very much inc.
:)
Thanks all.
As much as I usually dislike what I write, this one seems ok...
Well, it probably needs touching up, but as I’m lazy it'll possibly never happen.
The loved ones line is in the wrong place, if it should be there at all...
But I really did like the idea of a blind man cloud watching, so I’m glad it got written...
Suppose I’d better head back to familiar territories soon and kill a few things off :)
this is fantastic. great imagery without being there with him, then realising it is his imagination also. i love it. again inspires photos i want to take
clevershit (even though you did insult my knees!)
love the twist in this
makes our own dreams all the more precious
thank you
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