Vanilla cloud

poem

Vanilla cloud

 

There is absolutely nothing I hate

More than standing out in a crowd.

I would rather just read or wait

And daydream on a vanilla cloud.

 

My path is very simple and straight,

I want to speak to my heart out-loud.

Did the world somehow become late?

I cannot hear a single sound.

 

I lose the track of time, so proud,

Existing here by a mood-swing of fate.

My body breathes this air because it’s allowed,

While my mind drifts, since freedom is great.

 

 

Author's Note

reviews are welcomed.

Reviews

[J. Alexis Balaguer]

Very carefree. Relaxing, mildly drifting. I love your choice of words in this.

My favorite lines:
I lose the track of time, so proud,
Existing here by a mood-swing of fate.

The image of a vanilla cloud is reminiscent of Owl city's Vanilla Twilight-- ever heard of it? Wonderful song. Such is your poem. Good write.
Alex

[Dom Macchiaroli]

I've not considered a cloud to be 'vanilla' before. I too hate crowds, and so I agree with the tone of your piece. I will admit to being confused by the 'Did the world somehow become late?' line as well.

[Manda]

awww. it was short and to the point. very nice job. keep on writing!

[ettorney]

Nicely written poem. It has a style and rhythm that "walks" you through each line leading you through the path of the story.

One line I didn't quite understand. "did the world somehow become late?" Late for what? How does a world become late? Not being facetious, truly, I just don't understand it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with you. I rather walk in the peace and quiet then in a mist of a thousand people. Poem is beautiful. I like the feel and the ending. Freedom is missed when we don't have it no more. A excellent poem.
Coyote