Fluffy Mashed Clouds

Musings of a flight attendant....

Somewhere North of Amsterdam,

bending down to file the dirty linen in its bag,

I look outside and notice cloud

as far as eye can see,

fork fluffed mashed potato.

Makes me think of shepherds pie.

I’m looking down at the

biggest pie in the world...

Must buy some mince on the way home.

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

Love the imagery in this one...and yeah, I've thought it too....kinda wanted to jump out the window and just land on a cloud, feel embraced by it's softness...and a great last line here too, showing the ever present machinations of the "doing" mode of mind....thanks for sharing....

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

Nice view. Mountain ranges that look like spines.... The US is full of patchwork and swimming pool potholes.... :)

[Hello, Goodbye]

all the poetry is curious in its ambiguosness.. it speaks of hidden notions and specifics of a personal kind..

[Orlando Murcia]

Simple yet remarkable

Nicely done sweetheart


Orlando

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Ah!..the creatures and non creatures we imagine in the clouds.i have thought of them to be a lot but ah..now shepherds pie..will always remember this when i look out at the blue expanse.
It was a pleasure reading your words april.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I always see endless snow when I fly... oh what the imagination can do to helpus escape reality for just a moment.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

You wouldn't imagine I miss your new poem , short but still a beautiful pearl ... now I am hugry ... Are you going to cook something ?

[Angel's Lady]

Aw, wonderful! I remember on one of my first plane trips up north that I thought apartment housing looked rather like 'stitches' and wondered if Mary Shelley would have loved the view from up there! xoxox

Great write, dear one!

[R J Askew]

Ach, FMC here! So you saw me waving at you after all *winks*