Clouds

They are floating bums,
Elegant, picturesque …
And Bumlicious….
Now they are gigantic
Doodles scribbling the
Sky with subliminal poetry…
There I see a guitar
Being plucked,
A breast being suckled…
A lamb being slaughtered,
Like Abraham rendering
Sacrifice…
They are serenading
Like a chorus of singers ….
Melodying an Arpeggio…
They are floating again
Like fiery monsters….
A row birds in flight
Resembles the shape
Of victory ….
Is it a sign of luck …?
I am hopeful too
A weary traveler of
This earth…
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Posted: Dec 2017
About this poem:
It's a description about clouds

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