Bougainvillea
October 18th, 2009, 11:18 AM
A WALK IN THE CLOUDS
A walk in the clouds,
Feeling like a giant.
A canopy of roof tops and trees visible,
Such is a cryptic billowing haze.
The low-lying cloud
Disguises the waking city.
The valley is imbued, penetrating
It meanders across a tranquil countenance.
Otherwise bright headlights
Become a blurred opaqueness.
Emerging through an opened window
A surreptitious flow baptizes.
Please. This is my attempt at good poetry. *Thanks god for my dictionary and thesaurus*
A walk in the clouds,
Feeling like a giant.
A canopy of roof tops and trees visible,
Such is a cryptic billowing haze.
The low-lying cloud
Disguises the waking city.
The valley is imbued, penetrating
It meanders across a tranquil countenance.
Otherwise bright headlights
Become a blurred opaqueness.
Emerging through an opened window
A surreptitious flow baptizes.
Please. This is my attempt at good poetry. *Thanks god for my dictionary and thesaurus*