Wednesday, October 27, 2004

messy clouds

suddenly
everyone runs
away in clouds

tired
and scattered
had too much

it's
fine it's not
and yet again

sweat
is real
so is rain

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love this poem. The beginning grabbed me the most. Have been reading your blog with interest. Your poems are so unadorned yet very moving.

Jill said...

Appreciate your comments. 'Unadorned' is a good way to think of it. Thanks.