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Adrift
I awoke one morning
expecting the rain
but to my surprise
not a drop had came
I ran outside
to search the sky
and found out for myself
exactly why
Straining my eyes
as it float softly down
and an instant smile
took over my frown
Landing at my feet
i stepped onto
grabbing the hand of this man
wondering what he
intended to do
He held me tight
steady we went
and i felt so secure
as the cloud was adrift
Saying no words
his heart told me all
suspended in flight
he now calls me doll
In this place of
happy times
he whispered in my ear
honey, welcome to
cloud 9
About This Poem
Last Few Words: These are my stories written through rhyme. They are personal experiences between each fork in my road of life as i mature. I left home at the age of twelve and i am now 49.
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Rosewood Apothecary
2 years 11 months ago
Good title
I always loved that word. What are we all but adrift. The images that word conjures are almost limitless. In fact, if we are all adrift in time it would be quite infinite. I loved this poem. The ethereal quality to the language is really tangible, it’s a good metaphor for that lightness we feel.
Great poem,
Tim
readmymuze
2 years 11 months ago
Thank you for your comment.
Thank you for your comment. It is appreciated.
Geezer
2 years 11 months ago
I love the story...
though it seems a bit fragmented. I don't see where the tale brings in the man. Did you leave out a verse or two? I would expect to see a cloud float down and a man operating it/ introducing himself etc. ~ Geezer.
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readmymuze
2 years 11 months ago
Reply
Thank you for your comment. At the moment the cloud landed at my feet, "i grabbed the hand of this man" this is the poem in it's entirety.
Geezer
2 years 11 months ago
Okay...
I get it. ~ Geezer.
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