Often the tumbling
clouds overhead
capture my deepest
mythic sentiments –
the cloud beings
that peek out
now and again
help keep these
worldly worries
contained,
right sized –
like balm on a burn.
Elusive Presenses
Krater Café
Words and Images by Richard Reeve
I really like this poem. That last line captures its essence perfectly.
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Clouds shroud the loud crowd of worries that sully the mind.
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oooh, beautiful!
Thank you.