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this morning the fog
closed in and ate up the world looking down to the ground I found it was gone it felt like clouds surrounded me and I was like the man from Swift's epic tale who lived up in the sky and only used a ladder to climb down when he chose to get a closer view he took all of his showers up there in mostly peaceful clouds and slept on a wind-swept bed of air ( except for an occasional thunder storm...) his perspective and perch were so unobstructed he may have thought that surely he had seen it all... high altitude and lofty heights can change a person's perceptions and also your ideas about what and who are small I think audience... its important to notice this...) the man's only problems were his mostly his loneliness and a propensity towards being perpetually wet behind the ears his Mother too lived up there with him at the opposite end of the cloud for all of her years but when she died all of her came tumbling down its so true we all must someday hit the ground some of us do this running some of us don't know how to get up some simply fall it makes me wonder how life among clouds would be maybe simpler but lonely and stormy from being too far far away all of these thoughts I pondered this morning as the fog slowly ate up the world. ********** LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 8;52 PM PST NOVEMBER 23 2019 stream of consciousness poem directly to the page AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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