Rising To Hope

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 6, 2012


Not sure where it will take them,
the clouds dress themselves with
journey
and mount crescent moons
in search of the full one.
Little do they see,
that the earth is watching their
soft, smoky paints
as they drift among canoes
and river borne people.
All for the sake of bearing
the message of promise.

June 4, 2012.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Darren

    Is this message of promise that it is going to chuck it down? (rain)
    I like how you describe the clouds as soft smoky paint, awesome.
    Dressing yourself with journey makes absolutely no sense what so ever yet works!!
    I find it interesting that you mention river borne canoes, yet searching for the moon gives the impression of night. Is this the start of the cycle from day to night, Is this where the clouds go at night?
    Interesting little read.
    regards

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