Day 24: Tell-it-to-the-Blank poem
"Tell it to the Clouds"
Tell it to the clouds
under the bright sun,
as you lay
on a hill,
away from life's hum.
Cloud study John Constable |
like castles and a princess trapped in the highest tower.
Tell them they are your magic carpet
as you drift away on a westward wind.
Cloud Study, Sunset John Constable |
Tell them as you lay with them late into the night,
and bright stars beginning to poke through with sharp fingers.
Tell them as they drift over the moon,
bundling up just below her chin like a warm woolen afghan.
Tell it to the clouds
as you drift on the ninth one
in the night sky
and fall
fast
asleep.
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Check out my poem from Day 23 too!
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