Clouds and Crowns No.1
As part of a bigger sequence of poems that I’m working on, here is the first of a seven-part poem that I will be writing and posting over the next week: a crown of sonnets, a series of interlinking sonnets in which the final line of each sonnet forms the first line for the next. I hope you enjoy reading them.
Crowns and Clouds
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Sometimes the doorways to imagined lands,
Homes where our triumphs dwell and we can fly,
Soft lands of untold riches locked in sky,
An ever-drifting joy beyond my hands;
Sometimes a space in which my mind expands
The boundaries of all possibility,
A blankness never threatening with Why? –
Malleable and shifting like the sands;
Sometimes a twisted, tangled woolen skein;
A floating vapour-yearning; silent tears;
Sometimes the cushioning refuge of dreams;
Cotton comfort; floating hopes and years;
A hand, a fist, an offering of rain,
The promise of green pastures, quiet streams.
The Consolations of Writing 
Wow, what a great challenge you’ve set for yourself–I’m excited for more!! God bless you–love, sis Caddo
Thanks 🙂 I enjoy creative challenges!
Me too, Matthew!