Swirling Vapors

Lying alone on a freshly mown lawn Green as emeralds and warm from The autumn sun flickering daintily Through the flecks of mystery dust Welcoming my form into the folds Of its tender tendrils of loving blades Whispering sentiments of prayers Across my praising form which lays Awaiting the moment when one Gently floating cloud will turn from A silver ball of bleached cotton To something I can choose as my own A soldier surrendering to Lee Or some majestic Eagle reaching down To cast a shadow across the earth Possibly a stallion, bleeding pride And vengeance for the loss of its freedom There are so many shapes arising From the azure skies, in silhouettes Of softest veils, capturing hearts Wooing spirits with the reveries Encouraged and inspired by the drifting Shadows of melancholy wisdom God’s paintbrush misting the firmament With pretty pictures that resemble Truth, tantalizing dreams and freedom Sweet sensations in hues of washed-out Threads, strands that breathe kindness And pursue compassion the way my mind Chases after some dream I’ve lost in waking A soothing pursuit for feelings of grace God has blessed me with many cloudless days But when he chooses to, he commends the heavens With images of delicate celebration, worship From the sanctity of heartfelt scenes in nature Marshmallow puffs of phenomenal glory Dancing hope through the one who sees The images inspired by these blessed vapors STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (19) ,any form,any theme Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand August 9, 2020