E. Ray Poet Free verse

While Living On the Clouds

Everything which
separates as useless
idealism, 
everything, but
sleep of leaning
gooseberries
evaporates and
floats. The skies
collected all the
warmth and
sweetness.
And I am nothing
just a mere winged
ant,
which chose to drop
its wings and settle
on a fiber
of fluffy
nothingness. I'll
pass 
through sun,
ignoring droughts of
ground,
 while living on the
cloud is coldest.

The skies have
gathered all the
noise:
atop of gentle
blades of grass
it blows and drizzle
in small beads
of folly
 bringing solutions
to the leaves.

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Skat A January 4, 2016 at 3:05 PM No one ever goes to the old poems. What I did was add the word "CLOUD" into the soup's Advance search engine on the top. And your poem was among the cloud poems I was in the mood of reading. :) thank you for the soup mail. SKAT

Skat A January 4, 2016 at 12:57 PM Emilija, enjoyed reading your poem. Hugs **SKAT**

Poet Destroyer A July 28, 2014 at 8:22 PM ha, thank you for the reply lol

Poet Destroyer A July 27, 2014 at 6:52 PM WoW, this poem's enchanting and deep... Beautifully written, Emilija, Your poetry emanates a tangible way, that is surely out there on them clouds. enjoyed..Linda E. Ray July 28, 2014 at 7:15 AM seems as joke- found how to reply;), so thank you again