Cloud colours
The course of the clouds describes
the arced belt of foam
racing up the strand
over and over again
a bow of bells
ringing the changes
~east to west day to night~
white floods the blue
air sun-yellowed
pigments refined from light
bright and high as the stars
deep as the burnt earth of Lascaux
and the dark of distant time.
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Wonderful photos–I love the wisp of the moon. (K)
I’d love a camera that captures the moon the size I see it!
Me too!
Calm, calm.☺️
Surface calm, but what’s beneath?
I’m not sure.
I’m not sure I want to know…
I feel you. It can be stressful or scary.
The future is looking bleak. Not enough people seem to care that much.
That’s why we have to care even if it’s hard or seems worthless.
Exactly. It’s never worthless if we’re honest about what we believe, because we can’t help talking about it. Maybe some people will hear and listen.
I have to remind myself constantly to keep going and keep talking about what I believe even when it’s hard. There’s always someone listening or cares. Someone will stop and listen.
I’m glad you feel that way too. There are millions who feel the world’s pain and see the idiocy of the spectacles that replace bread and circuses, and it’s a comfort to be reminded.
Definitely so.💕
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The changing clouds. Sometimes I feel like I can reach up and touch them.
Like Kerfe, I love that wispy moon.
Our poems are different, but even so, we have some of the same words and the passage of time.
Thank you 🙂
They’re both musings, and the background is the bells.
You’re welcome.
That is very true. 🙂