Best Billowy Poems

Snow falling—
Falling.
Feathers escaping from the pillow-heaven
Confusing the air
With the steadiness of a stampede
Advancing, clinging, smothering.

Snow falling—
Settling.
White fleecy lambs atop every protrusion
Sleek ermine boas
Draped upon the...

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Moonless Nights over South Sudan

heartless Moon, don’t tell me
that you weren’t looking 
when soulless soldiers dragged me
from my mama’s terrified arms
in our village in Rubkona...

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So you say you want to sit on MY cloud.
The view, you say, is rainbows and bluebirds.
I understand you hate your polyester,
Dishwasher safe, blue light...

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Image: Cloud Fantasy, by Susan Lawrence

On spring's green carpet I repose, revitalizing the soul
passing slow minutes pondering the sky

The lake whispers a morning meditation
as memories...

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There’s a small village not so far away
anyone who hears it dreams to be there,
Its beauty lures like white fairies at bay-
their billowy gowns prettily...

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Ajuga, will be a must, a blue beauty that blows in the wind.
Bellflowers, charming and faithful and lovely, of course I must have
Candy Tufts from...

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The flight had been long
as the jet soared through night.
My neighbors were lifelessly still,
weary for sleep, the night would fulfill,
and morning would graciously greet.

High up...

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For Sofia Coppola

  
The epitome of serenity 
lies just beneath the foot of me 
sashaying through the sweet, clean grass  
White linen bathes...

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TWILIGHT'S AURORA

From the yawning west horizon stretch, 
orange to red streaks painting the blue skies
Fleeting dragonflies flirt with the swaying breeze
as so the dives and...

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You'll find a piece in the puzzle, that is part of the past
under billowy white clouds, and the sizzling sun
in a wood sided home. where...

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Then:

naïve, sheltered, shy
what i thought
   i wanted to be -
an archeologist, Barbizon model (no proclivity),
a writer, a psychologist, a mom, a wife

Now:

brazen, talkative,...

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A blue so blue appeared in the sky
  purer than the blue of a maiden's eye
Poking a hole through puff-clouds billowy white
  its...

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Beyond the horizon
They rolled in rippling
The clouds majestic
Flamboyant and spectacular
A gentle rumbling motion
Putting on a show
Tumbling with grandeur
In splendor blues and hues
Sweeping across the skies
Undulating...

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Your ignorant torturing and teasing sparks me.
It ignites me.
My rage is ignited, 
Ignited like a wild forest fire.
Uncontrolable!
The tears in my eyes are like the...

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She tried to get my attention a number of times
But It was not possible because
I was a country or two away
Wearing brown leather swashbuckler pants
White...

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