turning clouds into monsters
november monsters hide behind october bushes
their passive aggressive breathing giving rise
to a once low lying morning fog
there is passion beyond the hills
if you can ever get past progressive barriers
whether physically constructed or simply imagined
shallow heartbeats gradually acquire momentum
approaching like a lackadaisical thunderstorm
clapping along a spacious prairie
of course you’ve been here before
countless times either in this world or the next
perhaps ages ago when monsters could be trusted
october two thousand seventeen
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wow.
I don’t know – sometimes you just give in to your surroundings
beautiful imagery
Comforting, declarative, and transformative. I like this a lot.
Many thanks, Kristine – nice to see you back visiting here.
Wonderful imagery and metaphors used, John! Someday, I’d like to try the audio option, but need to figure out how to do it first. 🙂 Loved this poem!
thanks so much, Lauren – glad you enjoyed this one.
here is a link you may want to bookmark: https://en.support.wordpress.com/audio/