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Daydreams of Daydreams: Senile Cumulus

Poetry By: Maij

Third instalmet : Cloud watching.

Random Old man: "What the hell are you talking about? I don't see any damn elephants..."

Submitted:Dec 7, 2011    Reads: 42    Comments: 11    Likes: 6   

The clouds today are thin and wispy

Like the pathetic comb over on a senile head

Of once thick, but now thinning hair

The migrating bird's speckle the sky

Like moving liver spots; black and grotesque

People always fancy they see dancing elephants and such

In the clouds

But on this day void of optimism and color

On this day overcast and as dark grey as my mood

I see no zest for life

I see only

Senile cumulus


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