Missed Connections in Baltimore
Cloud Finger
Cloud finger
Growing downward
Past hidden leaves
Penetrate roots
Fossil fruits
Fill the air
Deepest sunset
Particles particulate
To live from imagination
One must burn memory
Lost or gained
Seldom inspire such dreadful
Pain.
Piano key descent
My soul
Hidden,
Found dead
Once for rent,
Now inspired
Azure contrast
cloud air jet.
Her Two Cents
Watching clouds move and transform across the horizon provides some insight into our own personal “sky-scape.” Is what we see fascinating or threatening, calming or energizing, reminiscent of past people, places, or things? Clouds are condensed water vapor, but in our minds, our hearts, our creative souls, they can take on whatever characteristics and qualities we choose. Choose wisely.
