Climb aboard my ship of clouds;
leave your luggage on the dock.
Set sail for sunset harmony.
Join our fluffy, favored flock.
The giant robin laid its egg.
The sky, its ever-swirling shell.
We’ll skate the surface gracefully;
a bucket in the maker’s well.
Lounge on my striated beak
as we glide o’er taffy seas;
the homemade candy coral reefs
exhale their oxygen as breeze.
Float past Rome, pastel city,
flowering buds tucked in rows.
Mountains guard the saplings in
the oldest garden ever sown.
Climb aboard my ship of clouds;
leave your lifestyle on the dock.
Set sail for dawn’s tranquility,
a favored member of the flock.
NaPoWriMo#19 Write a poem that starts with a command. I need to polish mine, maybe add a few more stanzas, it’s a start to something I quite like, so I hope you enjoy it.
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cool…like the good ship lolipop..mrs. tambourine man 😎😎😎
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This was beautiful, K! Great uplifting read ❤
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Wow, I love this piece!
The incipt “Climb aboard my ship of clouds; leave your luggage on the dock” is so evocative, it makes me think on a blue sky with very few clouds on a summer day.
Well done!
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Why, thank you ever so kindly. And you are, of course, welcome anytime aboard the SS Hartley.
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I very much enjoy this gift of a trip though the sky. Gorgeous write, K.
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Oh, wonderful. You’re welcome anytime, as your words help fuel its sails. 💜
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Sounds heavenly – room for one more?
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Yes, of course. Your vibrant verses will fill our sails and make the journey ever more enjoyable. 💜
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