This molten orange evening sky

awash with thoughts of you and I

like treacle smeared on glistening skin

golden coats the warmth within


Herringbone patterned clouds on high

are ribs attended with soft touch sigh

as ocean rolls

wave upon wave

nature beckons

our hearts



22 thoughts on “Golden”

      1. Cloud gazing πŸ™‚ This is an analogy for something else. I know a few of us go through this while we’re listening to music and just looking at nature, and sitting in the back seat of a car. But there are other things about this sort of thing. Things I don’t trust anymore. I came back and read this poem again because something suddenly flashed.

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      2. Having said all this. I’ve left enough fodder for you to chew on for a while. I wonder how you’re going to do it though. Chomp, munch may have worked for my earlier stuff. Anyhow, let’s just say that I ran a cool website once, and it was never the poetry that brought in the followers. So are you ready for a little roller coaster ride? πŸ˜‰ Depression and confessionals are minor things Diana. Very minor.

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