April 8, 2011 at 11:39 am (creative writing, culture, exploring interconnectedness, life, nature, poetry, random, Writing)
Tags: Cloud Man, companions, creative writing, culture, exploring interconnectedness, life, memories, musings, nature, poem, poetry, random, relationships, sharing, Writing
We were looking back at the path we walked
Hours. Late night. Talking our talk.
When I went down We were scared
Together.
When we looked into the night
Our only hope were the stars
Mornings
We sniffed the breeze together.
I with my laughter
You with your bark yawn
Laying in the dark
Now,
I hear you still as you curiously wonder
Why should I sleep?
@Cloud Man 2011
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Rivenrod said,
April 19, 2011 at 1:43 pm
Good. Good. Good. The words are nicely arranged. As for the meaning, other than gleaning a first hit, I will have to live with it for a while.
My guess? That’s the intention . . .
Jingle said,
April 10, 2011 at 2:35 pm
beautiful..
47whitebuffalo said,
April 10, 2011 at 6:37 pm
Hola Jingle!! Merci. So nice to hear the sound of “you.”
lynnwiles said,
April 9, 2011 at 12:05 am
I agree that this and the one below are fine poems indeed. This another form of wanderlust.
47whitebuffalo said,
April 10, 2011 at 6:36 pm
Oh the lust to wander…..ooooo. I think it’s addictive for some of us. Thank you for enjoying both poems.
slpmartin said,
April 8, 2011 at 8:12 pm
Indeed a very fine poem.
47whitebuffalo said,
April 10, 2011 at 6:35 pm
Merci, Charles. You’ve been posting some heavy hitters lately.
eva626 said,
April 8, 2011 at 12:40 pm
this is absolutely beautiful!!! i am going to read it again and again! very nice!!!
47whitebuffalo said,
April 10, 2011 at 6:34 pm
Thanks eva626 for enjoying Cloud Man’s poetry so much.