Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

momentary piece

the winter returned;

one cold melody precipitated on the breath of
fire-flies dancing summer through.

wake and sleep.  count the lights of cars and lives
as they stroll on by.  marking time the only way known

a wreck, gathered in life and limb
to teeter at water’s edge.  confused
under this might of blue
why may
cloudsome weight blow by

and the words trickle
hot treacle streams
patter to the ground

succumb as the flood comes
cuspid, wrenching
placation

and drift, and wake, and wrap
and repeat.

Sounds like anticipation of my trip. :)

Like salivation in anticipation of something sensational the words fall from the mouth and land on the dewy blades of grass at your feet. On the pleasant scene in front of you superimpose beauty and desire.

What a gorgeously beautiful blog you have here. The poetry is wonderful and the blog itself is a work of art.

Beautiful photo. But the imagery in the poem is even better.