Sunday, March 31, 2013


The clouds were thin and wispy
like a memory's demise,
an image that was crispy
till deluged by the lies
we long to exorcise;

among them I was drifting
across the blue expanse
and watched my outlook shifting
--coalescing on a chance--
my it was uplifting!


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Flying among the clouds - uplifting indeed. I felt my spirits rising up, too, as I read.

SaraV said...

"thin and wispy like a memories demise"--love that! Also, your rhyming always impresses me--so flowing, it just fits :-)

Mary said...

What a beautiful message here!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Ah, it brings a smile to my lips.

Kim Nelson said...

As it this poem!

rch said...

thanks, I guess there are benefits to walking around with your head in the clouds ;-)

gautami tripathy said...

Such beautiful writing...Loved it.....

inside that bowl, I see the whole world