Lost in a desert of open clouds,
refusing to believe in the desolation.
Fluff, lost in deep blue shrouds,
directions given with deep frustrations.
Floating now into open skies,
filtering toward the ground.
Vanished forever in the lies,
thoughts that are so profound.
Gut wrenching pain of past expectation
Removing nothing of wanderlust
Fill the soul with vibration
Following the gust.
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration XIII by Samplette.
700 points, ended January 17, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this is a great write for the picture. i like that the titles says so much but the contents of the poem goes in a deeper aspect of directions. this is filled with introspect. my best to you in the contest.
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Love how you looked past the sign, but connecting them subtly. Very well expressed. Thank you for entering.
Sam
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