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Sunday, September 02, 2012

Cloud 9 for The Sunday Whirl

Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle prompt!

once upon a time
that number showed up missing
smooth and white
refreshed but with a trace of wild
a cloud by any name
its final gear bared
by last year's hasty shift
no evidence, no notice
once upon a time
cloud nine went missing

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Geraldine said...

Oh the journey of the skies,I hope you find it again...we all need a cloud nine. I'm still looking!!!

Hugs, G

Anonymous said...

Playful piece with a sad turn. ;) That poor lost cloud gets me thinking of unrequited love.

joanne said...

Such clouds can be useful, but not so healthy for the long haul......

Walt Wojtanik said...

I found cloud nine. It lives in your words! Great little glimpse through your muse! Love this.

teri said...

Oh my such a sad scene. This really made me smile. I know cloud nine will turn up. Nice write Sue.

Anonymous said...

Everyone, including cloud nine, must have a bit of mystery and some wildness within. Life would be so dull without those things. I like the playfulness you found in these words,


gautami tripathy said...

Sad yet so beautiful....

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