Cloudscape

Poetry

Oh, white shapeless thing, Nebulous ball of mist.

You take on so many forms, in the eye of my mind.

My imagination is what makes you come alive.

Today you are a swooping pterodactyl.

Yesterday you were a grand old pirate ship.

I cannot wait to see what tomorrow you will be.

Oh, white shapeless thing, Nebulous ball of mist.

For another spellbinding poetry piece, please click here:

medium.com

medium.com