In 2007 I thought about poems inspired by clouds, and called them 'six line clouds'. Here are three I penned.
wish there was
what was not
yet
was to be
but too far to see
where the wish will take me
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she walked alone
sand softly beneath bare feet
waves still at sea
no lapping
no nipping
away at the sand's heat
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if winter could
temper less bold
be
what it's not
the leaves of autumn
still a'tree would their color be
(poems copyright Steven S. Walsky,2007, all rights reserved.)
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