Craig Cornish's Partly Cloudy Contest...11 Nov 25
An assemblage of stones and grass poses to reveal a canopy of clouds trailing like petioles of luster beneath my head, air-stroked by eve's approach. I feel the hours passing wretchedly unhurried as nimbus fog breathes of radiance, not partly dim but like a tiara warmly shimmering, glossing over its cape in daring pink...transforming in a blink; flare of haze bursting in the air. Wondering if I should turn away from this dazzling spectacle of colored skyfoam , I watch my body writhe in disgust, this soul raked with discontent where the burden of beauty grates this skin : Till cloudscape evanesces, reminding me of past anger unfinished --which mirrors my autumnal haze, lingering ... still.
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