the everchanging sky
changes, tortured,
over a beaten sea.
a grey mist surrounds all,
and all moves, and all is still,
and everything is silent:
only the breaking waves roll
continuing on.
the floating island
below the fallen cloud-
the collapsed cloud,
drifting itself down
in torrents, grey veils-
is mostly unaware
of the peril of those
who are lost, but
those who do know
stand on hilltops
gazing forever out,
waiting for the next day.
and the swimming boy
doesn't see the
approaching rain.
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Written August 17th, 2004
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would i really do such a thing as nick your own original photography?? no, i didn't, but yea, this is about us on constipation hill!!
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is this about us on constipation hill?? and did you nick my piccie?????
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A well-worded poem with wonderful imagery, I loved the way you wrote this. Wonderful write, keep up the good work
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This is a poem that has good imagery, your words to truly show a picture in the mind's eye of an ever changing sky.... its amazing just how quickly the weather can change in the twinkling of an eye. Thanks for sharing this. ~Katie~
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