A gang of indigo clouds
across the flamingo-pink skies this morning
distracting everyone’s gaze
it takes a while for the greyness of conformity to rush in
and chase the hope of daybreak away
in the mire, we stand
sinking in acceptance of the now
wishing, we were those indigo clouds
moving on from normality.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem. As always, I welcome any feedback and comments that you may have.
The schoolchildren seem happy
chattering as they skip and walk by the front window
a raft of ducks navigating
a concrete river littered with outgrown hedges
their parents seldom looking over their shoulders
- early lessons in personal safety.
Thanks for taking the time to read a further adventure in imagist poetry. I’m finding the practice and method quite liberating.