Poems and poetry as experiential art experiments, created by a dedicated core, sparking consciousness river, word slurry. A harvest of poems and creative thought from a creative collective cadre.
mmm...tender imagery, Scooter. I can see, hear, smell, the space you're deliniating.Thanks.Rachel
Thanks Rachel, yes I enjoyed this poem, which more came through and had a different ending cadence than ones I usually think of as "my" poems. Perhaps, not surprising, the cloud has its own poetic voice?