Cloud

Cloud, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A grand boatless sail is now passing by,
Against the deep blue not leaving a wake.
Might accompany if I were to try,
With unknown path, just may be a mistake.

Now out of sight I know not where it went.
My chair is not of comfort anymore,
As the gears turn my mind starts to lament.
Could now be basking on a foreign shore.

Rocking in wonder, if it’ll ever be,
To latch upon an opportunity.
One as splendid, one which enables me,
Or to rock into mediocrity.

The future shall remain a great unknown,
It is up to me, the part which I’ll own.

1 thought on “Cloud

  1. Veronica

    I love the imagery in your poem, and the comparison of a cloud to “a grand boatless sail”. It made me feel as though I’ve turned into a cloud myself.

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