Dozing in my hammock,
’neath patchy cloud and sun,
mind escaping skywards,
worries all fade to none.
Cirrus, thin and wispy white,
cotton-candy cumulus,
spirits lift to welcome
such a pleasing stimulus.
Floating in the hemisphere,
drifting on silky cloud,
hearing far-off music,
I’m feeling gently wowed.
Coast to lower vapour puff
as aimlessly, it billows.
A slow descent now brings me
back by my favoured willows.
Thank you Hugh for your poem (very good!) and kind thoughts. :o)
Thanks Stef, actually forgot to say, this was inspired by your good lady wife's poem, Skyships.
(What am I like?) xx
<Deleted User> (6895)
Tue 24th Jul 2012 14:06
Nice to see yer-
to see yer nice
and-
back on form!xx
This poem was heaven,it took me to cloud nine,
The words were delightful just like a fine wine.
Dozing in my hammock under a crispy white cloud,
Floating in the hemisphere with Write Out Loud.
A slow descent brings me back down to earth,
Well done Lyn, to a fine poem you gave birth.
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<Deleted User> (6895)
Fri 27th Jul 2012 00:03
hey Lynn-the likes of us
need to learn from and inspire each other-
are we right or are we right?
it is a good poem
and thats all that matters.
no charge-this time-haha!!xx