Sunday, September 12, 2010

As the passing

clouds march through the sky,
he stretches his neck to watch
the endless parade,
humming praises from his heart
and softly tapping his foot.



OSI PromptClick here or on the graphic at the left for more impressions.

14 comments:

The Dark Lord said...

The poem strikes a chord.. a wonderful read, and the word play is fascinating.. the images you conjure are breathtaking!

Ramesh Sood said...

This is interesting..well said.. tapping of foot..sounds so good..

SandyCarlson said...

Beautiful--I sense the gratitude and wonder and joy.

twitches said...

I like comparing the clouds to a parade!

Sweetest in the Gale said...

Such uplifting and hopeful words...I loved the positive spirit in this poem!

ρομπερτ said...

Getting ready to step ahead, towards the light and lifes hight. Please have a good Monday.

daily athens

Sandra.if said...

I like this ...well said!

Beth P. said...

Love this, Moe!
Made me fill up with wonder just reading it....

gautami tripathy said...

Wonderful word play!

I watch while the mountains crumble

Harshad mehta said...

Cooool. Can feel it.

Patti said...

Love it! Beautiful pic as well!

Amity said...

moments when we could be happiest and free from the worries and cares of life...:)

i simply loved the feeling painted by words... :)

Jim said...

Very nicely written tanka you have. I like the passing of the clouds, both in your poem and literally.
I have some videos of passing clouds.
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oliviasbiopiclog said...

So simple and yet elegant...