Write me messages
Won't you?
To the clouds is where I'll look
Scrawl with the puffs of wind
You use as your pen
Shape your initials in the sky
Text me as I walk by looking up
Code me your advice
In the form of dotted lines
Wake me with mackerel scales
And send the weeping rain
With nimbus
Send me a cumulus of your thoughts
And a mare's tail
As a day's goodbye
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Author:
Lorna (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2018 04:52
- Category: Love
- Views: 57
- Users favorite of this poem: Michael Edwards, Laura🌻, themerrypapist.
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Comments6
You read those clouds, Lorna? I tried to, but it was a cloudless sky. I wondered why I didn't get very far with it, doh! heehee. A fine write there.
It's elusive!
A superb write - love every word and into favs - first for a long time.
Thank you Michael - very nice compliment!
Good write, so many do not look up and there are so many great messages in the clouds.
I only just read about mackerel scales...... didn't know that one!
A great write, Lorna!
Clouds always fascinated
me! One of my favorite
units in our school science
curriculum to teach seven
year olds! They were in awe! The names fascinated them! I enjoyed the read very much!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura!
This is fantastic great write!
Aren't you nice - thank you.......
Great work!
Thank you Mottakeenur.............glad you liked.
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