Cloud Nine

Outdoors as Mental Medicine

The clouds whispered your growing demise. In the cacophony that knows your soul you feel the bewilderment and blasphemy arcing into your core. You look to the sky for relief and somewhat miraculously find Cloud Nine. Here you float like the air you breathe.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Cherrie!

I trust the Cloud Nine ride was smooth!

Regards,
Al

[Cherrie]

great title , I like the easy pace this has. Very lovely

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Donna! Both you and Jacob are accomplished writers so this feels like a feather in my hat.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nothing like outdoors..."I'm doing fine, on Cloud Nine"----

[Donna Marie Gray]

Such an interesting concept. Very nice poem. Really enjoyed it.