clouds

Funny is the clouds that linger on the horizon, basking in the last told light of day. 

 Funny is the light that clings to the sky as the moon wakes up to light up the way to fallen creatures. 

Funny is the moonlight that asks to be noticed by those who can't sleep. Wake up. 

Wake up to see the glorious light the moon gives off. See those who only share their stories at night. 

Funny is the life which brings fourth the light to be seen on those around you. 

Reviews

[Marie]

A very creative in depth write studded with visual detail. You fill your reader's mind with wonder at what most of us fail to see so it goes unappreciated. For me, your beautiful poem is a wake up call to those who don't see the beauty of nature all around them, not only here below but up on high in the sky also. They have no awareness. I really like this poem very much and a heartfelt Thank You! for sharing it, dear poetess...

[Antifranticbabydoll]

I appriciate your review on my poem the "Clouds". This is a piece I wrote over a year ago and readded it to this account.

[Marie]

Thank you, dear poetess... I enjoyed reading it...

[emmajoygreen]

Clouds are the sky's wardrobe/closet - if you like.
According to season and -
what Man is doing this year at Funny all times.
From start to finish you have perhaps queried at
the same time you have talked of clouds at this
pace or that place, plus, for whom and when.
There is fun, feelings and an creativity in your poem.
Thank you so much for sharing

[Antifranticbabydoll]

Thank you for reviewing!