do not worry little cloud

do not worry little cloud
full of hands chiming at late night
be sure to fold your memories
like winds on the run
there will be a final reckoning
in time for bed roll

I saw men riding dead hardons
all the way to the bickering bank
sisters begging for more light
where the two-faced dares
balmy air tubs to run
for yet another beach front

money never fails to burn
ceremonious tables at nightfall
run a duck entertains the darkness
the striped and the old ones
with no certain marrow
will hear a jackdaw tonight
singing the rest into the void




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-09-05 at 10:33

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One image after the other, and a lesson at the end. My favorite stanza is the first one:
do not worry little cloud
full of hands chiming at late night
be sure to fold your memories
like winds on the run
there will be a final reckoning
in time for bed roll.

Brilliant!
Ashe
2017-09-06


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Bob, a good work.
Ken
2017-09-05