Friday, February 22, 2008

clouds

mountains of water vapor
billowing over valleys
where sunlight trickles
as rain does down a window

whitest majesties
with crowns of gold
watching over us
gazing up from below

waiting for those streams
to cool dry earth
and fade into this land
so clear as day is tomorrow

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The Poet

I am not currently a published, nor a famous, poet, but I hope that maybe that could change. These are all my own poems, so please feel free to compliment, criticize, or simply comment on them. I would greatly appreciate it. Spread the word, too, if you like them enough!

And if you even want to request a poem by me, I'm your personal poet.