Whisps of clouds glide
leisurely across
the open sky,
driven by the breeze
on their way
to destinations
unknown, or perhaps,
going nowhere in particular.
I savor the simple charm
of this place of quietude.
.
I do not bother
marking the time.
Rather, I gaze only
at the vast expanse
of blue and light.
If this is not
peace, it is
certainly something
that rhymes,
heralding possibilities
previously unimagined.
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Randy Baker
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Comments (6)
Peaceful but with a hint of yearning! Lovely work!
Your poem is a wonder. I feel tension lifting off my shoulders having read it. Lovely writing, Randy.
And I savour the simple charm of this lovely poem ☺️🥰 Nice work Randy 👌
Well now, that turned out quite refreshing. Great work!
Exceptional work!
Great use of the words. I like the lines about something “rhyming” with peace