I watched a cloud top the ridge and pour down the mountain.
It fell in a slow drift and, caught between there and here,
Snagged on trees, bushes and rooftops and hesitated.
Then it floated down in slow tumbles, tangled in cork oaks,
Engulfed rocks and cedars, and tore away from heather.
Soon it quietly paused…
I wondered what it feels like to be swallowed by a cloud.
Is it like a cocoon that keeps sharp objects and ghosts at bay?
Is it a sweet oblivion, a suspension of time as space disappears?
Does it feel like Avalon in a blind embrace?
Or is it like forgiveness in a misty dream?
I wanted to rest in its nebulous peace and hush.
Watching it move further down and anticipating its approach,
I willed it to come to me…
And I waited…
Anticipation foiled.
Stilled by an invisible hand,
Pulled by another will,
Edges frayed and dissipating
It settled out of reach.
…And so it goes.
unbuttoned or undone 
Aaahh… an exquisite torment indeed!
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It has its moments… Smile.
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Nice! Ethereal…
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Thank you John. Nice word too!
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That’s what came to mind. Beautiful, undulating prose. Hey, its catchy! 😉
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Made my day!
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Et voila les nuages qui apportent le Mort d’Arthur.
Vraiment fantastique.
Tu attends toujours?
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J’attends toujours avec la mȇme impatience le refuge de mes rȇves. Ca ne change pas.
Je suis bien… et contente que tu aies aimé cette histoire.
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When I saw the title, Em, I was expecting a commentary on an old Carly Simon song by the same titile. You led me down the garden path again…, to another unexpected ending. Do I detect a pattern here? Ha! Nice work.
Paul
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Thank you. A pattern may be emerging… a girl just hates being taken for granted! 🙂
Glad you liked my little story about nothing.
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and as it goes… I wait till when i can say something intelligent
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Thank you Noel. Just say what you feel. 🙂
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You know I say that all the time.
The poems are too sublime for me to say many things about them.
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Thank you, but consider this an exercise in poetry education… How you feel can’t be wrong…and it’s a departure from logic, good for your whole brain. Smile.
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Inside a cloud is fog, another kind of shelter.
rjb
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True. Both can erase the world or hide us from it. Clever man.
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Magical, mon amie
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Thank you. Just dreaming out loud my friend.
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Gorgeous dreams
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Thank you. At least I have that. Smile.
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a girl can dream
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This one does it on overdrive !:-/
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Oh yes, she does so very well! Eloquently and beautifully
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