Clouds

By mcwhittemore

Clouds
Thin like an old wool blanket
Drift across the daytime moon
I've been watching
The last few hours
The rivers current pulling me
And our canoe

Clouds
Thin like our wedding sheets
Thin like the nightgown I last saw you in
Thin
Like you hair as it fell though my fingers
Or the night before the dawn I gave you to
Thin like your fair but aging skin
That Magical beauty
And Horrifying frailness

Clouds
Drift slowly
Across
A daytime moon
And I'm alone
Drifting too
Lost in thoughts of you wrapped
In hospital sheets

Clouds
Intangible wisps of steam
Clinging to a particle of dust
The spilt ash the wind
Carried away

-Chase

this poem reminds me of bed bath and beyond. you keep using metaphors for different sorts of bedding.
mike (Email) - 16 05 08 - 15:37

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