Poetry

Spinal Cloud, a Poem

 

I form my clouds
like a child
using an Etch A Sketch
of love and curiosity.
.
My magical mind
draws the clouds in the sky
with the tips of fingers
and the voice of my soul.

I build my clouds
until it forms a spine
that extends high
above the celestial sky.

Like an artist,
I arrange my clouds
like a fluffy dream,
seeing the world
from the inside out,
reflecting the miracles
within.

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

11 comments on “Spinal Cloud, a Poem

  1. Beautifully written Mark. A very enjoyable read.

  2. Wonderfully mystical!

  3. My sentiments exactly! Beautifully done

  4. blindzanygirl

    Lovely poem. Just love it!

  5. Theresa Ruiz

    Very sweet and moving. Thank you for your beautiful words, Mark.

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