Talking with clouds by Ann Wood

Talking with clouds

I lost in the cloud of clouds,
heavy, gray-white hoods ...
How do I want them to cling to their arms,
and sink into their softness.

As cottonsees unevenly arranged-
in a pound bag,
I see the veins transparent to your hearts,
and with your soul I touch your souls ...

I am only soul and heart with you,
and they are my hands now
eyes closed and I quietly imagine,
how do I swim in a cloudy sea!



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Written on 2019-07-21 at 15:25

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice and thank you for comment on my last poem
2019-07-22



I love the clouds and Im talking to the clouds also...
Nice work😉
2019-07-22


Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you Jim, and you can join me there ;)
2019-07-21


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i feel as you do about clouds, i want to be in and among them.
this is a wonderful poem ~~~
2019-07-21