" The Angel's Pillows"

Like foam on the ocean
the clouds drift by
theirs is a vast sea
the blue of the sky.
Like foam on the ocean
changing form with the breeze,
such are the clouds
in the sky's blue seas...
But here, you will find no ships,
or fish swimming by
only things that are able to fly-
birds, hot- air balloons, or a fast jet plane;
the clouds are so beautiful,
they're the source of rain.
So cottony and plush
they float and billow-
I wonder if a cloud is an angel's
huge pillow?
And their beauty pleases me
so very much-
like the beauty of all,
that we cannot touch.
Such as God, hope and the joy
of love-
all of my inspirations
along with the clouds above.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

Annette M Velasquez

This is one of my first attempts at writing... I'm digging into very old notebooks. Look at my changing style as compared to my newer poems. This was written around age 19, 20.

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