The whispering wispy clouds
Whispered
And clouded the moon
Like cigarette smoke
Rising, encircling and going
Its own way
The symbolic symphonic synchronized dance
Around the moon
Was a sight to behold
Because
It was happening fast
And repeating itself
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the amazing thing about this poem is that each stanza conveys the exact feeling it writes about. i don't know if i have made myself clear here but you get the exact, exact feeling. great!
Karmic dance.
Like Fleeting experiences of humankind,
They happen, float, drift away,
You try holding on, catching them moving in the sky,
Gone with the wind, it will never happen again
amazing...After long time sawthe use of good alliteration....why do we forget poetry ... Good i browsed through your link...
Did you catch it?
ectoplasm!
now that's some poetry for me!
Its been awhile love to be back to be enticed with your poetry
I like the poetic rhythm to your words!
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