I ask about the skies today and wonder on tomorrow
On clouds, and wings, and stranger things, to beg, to steal, to borrow
Perhaps I’m here, but maybe not, I’m sure I do not know
Just as I come, I turn around, and then proceed to go
I float away, and drift on high, in cuddly, snuggly clouds
I hover high, up in the sky, all covered in the shrouds
I look down on the fields and towns on rivers and on streams
I ponder now on what I see and wonder what it means
I am indebted, entirely, to Ward Clever for planting these thoughts in my head, based on his lovely post which you can find at:
https://wardclever.wordpress.com/2017/10/07/skies-of-tomorrow/
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Thank you Anisio.
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Peter this is a wonderful, but sad poem. I have a sense of loneliness and uncertainty. The desire to see everything clearly from above. There is often the possibility to go back as you came. The question is whether you like to go back and for what you came for? These are my feelings with you poem, thank you for sharing!
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Thank you Marvel. Did you look at the photos that inspired it? I just allowed my mind to wander off whilst viewing them. I don’t know what that says about my mind!
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Uhh, did I already answer? Hmm, yes of course I looked at the photos, they are all different, although there is always heaven to see!
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It’s wonderful to be able to freely float in the sky and get a different perspective of where we are, what we do, and where we’re going. Nice poem, Peter!
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Thank you Miriam.
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You’re welcome, Peter!
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Peter, your ponderings here are some of my favorites. I find it curious about depth and existence. I truly enjoyed this.
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Thank you Colleen. I ponder often!
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You ponder well. 🙂
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This is magical!
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Thank you Lynn.
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Nice BLOG!!! ADD my blog too!!! Kisses ❤ ❤ ❤
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