Sunday, September 15, 2013

Cloud Song (Poem 166)

Sunday morning cloud song bitter
wake up in my cup    solitary radio
knitting stories in would be sun 
if I were home    sometimes 
blending dinner with alone is 
a choice one must make    voice 
opinions so outside knows 
heart's desire is 
not fireplace crystal goblet clear 
nor Sinatra smooth   who want 
need only woolly words and long
true afternoons painted blue 
and green and gold on 
paper smooth as waterlilies

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six