I Touch Beauty Daily

I Touch Beauty Daily

Friday, February 24, 2012

Clouds Passing

The psychologist asked
How does that make you feel
The clouds are passing
Migrating north east
What could cause this exodus
How does that make you feel

Blankets of whiteness flow
Uniformity of motion glide
Hiding the sun behind the brave
How does that make you feel

Is the root of clouds passing
Because my mother liked clouds
Because my mother watched clouds
Deciphering hidden messages
Of rains’ tearful surprises on
Unsuspecting perambulators
Is that the root of all my angst
How does that make me feel

That the blue provides transportation
The means of clouds speedily passing
Going their merry ways to unknown
How does that make me feel

That refrain annoys the dickens
Clouds move; rain falls
Life must go on; humanity must thrive
Don’t ask me that question
Unconnected to my essence’s core
It doesn’t make me feel anything
Find another angle of relevance
The inner sanctuary of my being
How does that make you feel now,
My eminent psychologist
How does my answer make you feel?

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

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