i wandered lonelyas a cloud being careful
not to touch the ground
you're living in the clouds
they said
not a good place for a person's head
you'll never fit in if you stay like that
you must be practical and matter of fact
grounded grounded grounded
was the ringing in my ears
grounded grounded grounded
or it's the valley of tears my dear
stuck in terra firma such an awful place to be
fixated overrun with naval gazers
not star gazers or moon trippers are we
mean and petty vicious and trite
so much cruelty acting out of spite
misery was the morning song
interminable nights and the days
oh so long
so I hopped back on the milky way
said goodbye and stayed that way
moon beam dancing in the clouds
will return to earth for my burial
in a shroud
think i would have caught the next comet as well...stuck in terra firma such an awful place to be
ReplyDeletefixated overrun with naval gazers
not star gazers or moon trippers are we
mean and petty vicious and trite
so much cruelty acting out of spite...ugh...strong conviction of life...i'd rather be a dreamer any day...smiles.
That first stanza rings true, remember being told that myself, mind you never seemed to stop me, my heads still in the clouds ;) Nice poem and stay on the milky way. :)
ReplyDeletesmiles...i rather have my head in the clouds as well than being stuck in the all too hardened ground of reality....fly on...smiles
ReplyDeletevery cool. a bunch of different things here. For one, I love the haiku opening, excellent in it's own right, but a great opening here. Misery was the morning song, love that, the grounded stanza is especially powerful as is the navel gazers stanza. Really a fantastic piece. Thanks for sharing with us tonight.
ReplyDeleteTrue enough. Not much difference between grounded and buried.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comments moon dancers.
ReplyDeleteI'm stepping out with Cosmo for a quick step spin through space!
If you have your head in the clouds you have imagination, flair and ambition all great human traits. Let those that want to, sink back into the primaeval ooze. How far can each one of us go? Let's see!
ReplyDeleteYou're a good egg oldegg!
ReplyDeleteHave to agree with this, from start to finish. Per Ardua ad Astra!
ReplyDeleteAudentes fortuna iuvat!
ReplyDeleteOh, I do so like this! Lots of good things for our enjoyment. poems within a poem, it's a clever and original write to which I shall surely have to return.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely - cling to your cloud and fly the Milky Way..and when the time comes it may just be that you can continue to soar..
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem - happy flying :)
ReplyDelete"So I hopped back on the milky way." Something a good many of us wish we could do...
ReplyDeleteWow, I loved this - long live the cloud dwellers :D
ReplyDeleteExcellent writing! I also choose to stay in the clouds. :-)
ReplyDelete"I wandered lonely as a cloud..."
ReplyDeleteWhat are your wordsworth? Quite a lot!
Moon beam dancing! A great way to go through the day!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely! The sky is such a lovely place to be. Everyone has to find their place :-) Love that "moon beam dancing on the clouds" Very nice!
ReplyDeleteLove your ode to becoming free, and your tribute to Wordsworth in your first lines.
ReplyDeleteToo much reality is bad for your health - and worse for your writing. Stay free!!
ReplyDelete...deep..deep..deep sadness were hidden in those lines... and to wander lonely as those clouds above was truly relative for i've often done the same... i live in urban where happiness should be in abundance but oh... misery always laughs at me... very well expressed sentiments... great job..
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