Wind Sock Photo

inherit winds
blue believability
shifting deeper dim

umbrella blue mist
gracious gloom hovering hum
stray cloud stew and stir

childhood charm shifts
underneath umbrella warm
tied to thunder bolts

wet shoes excuses
stand still splash display
vowed voice uttering

become light joined jolt
driving west freeway folly
nearing night complete

storm clouds have moved in…. gone are the calm bluest of blue cloudless skies offering warmth and renewal… replaced by rainbow gray puffy fast moving clouds and then again i look and see streaming wispy clouds…. constant change…. find myself driving a lot lately…. east a-ways then heading west a-ways.. while driving hands on the wheel looking out beyond the clear windshield the clouds speak as they quickly pass… 


one single impression no 242: free. sunday whirl wordle 78: umbrella, deeper, inherit, excuses, stand, become, thunder, childhood, joined, vowed, shifts, light;
photo: windsock, cubagallery, flickr

12 thoughts on “ss.outpost

  1. I bet you see pictures in those close too. Really enjoyed this and love that you like puddles too!

  2. brenda w says:

    Destination free rambling on the highway…gotta love it. Your imagery is beautiful.

  3. Your alliteration really draws one through the piece..well written!

  4. Mary says:

    Loved your images

  5. Write Girl says:

    Beautiful poem. I enjoyed the imagery in every stanza.

  6. Green Speck says:

    Loved this journey !!!

  7. anl4 says:

    Enjoyed the read. I could feel the moment, shift in the weather.

  8. 1sojournal says:

    I liked that swift shift in imagery and emotions. We are having similar displays and driving through them is always fascinating to me. Enjoyed this a lot, especially the puddles,


  9. Stan Ski says:

    Great read – alliteration makes it flow.

  10. Mary says:

    So many nice phrasings in your poetry. I love ‘umbrella blue mist’ and ‘blue believability.’

  11. Jim says:

    I’m liking your travel, roads and other. :)
    Isn’t it nice to be able to travel for which our freeways really do set us free. I remember the two-lane roads before them.
    Thanks for peeking in on my ‘two-lane’ Texas freedom. Actually the travel was to London, UK, and we are here now (and blogging).

  12. Geraldine says:

    I love this…such evocative words and wonderful rhythm to this poem. :)

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