White bralette of clouds
holds the bosom in the sky.
I take my daily X-ray
without a vest,
and ask myself later
if it was my unspoken
wish to die.
Topless Thursday
White bralette of clouds
holds the bosom in the sky.
I take my daily X-ray
without a vest,
and ask myself later
if it was my unspoken
wish to die.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Funny, I’d never thought of clouds in that way before.
Oops, looks like rain!
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Milk from above😂
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one thing that always made me reach for my umbrella!
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From now on, I’ll always see a bralette… Love this little poem. Definitely one I’ll not forget. 🤓
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Thank you, Britta. A poolside treasure. May have gotten too much sun alongside this poem.
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Original!! ☁️🌥️🌤️
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Thank you, Tricia 🌞
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Welcome! 🌸🌷💮🌼
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A nice white bra! ❤️😬
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Yes. 🌞Easy to burn away in some afternoon sunshine. 😂
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A creative observation. The poem’s lighthearted tone takes a turn toward deeper meaning. Well written!
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Thank you, Michele. A perfect summary of this day, actually. I appreciate your kind comment.
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How lovely! You are welcome. 🌤️
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hahaha, nicely spotted — like that piece of slate that looked like Oz —
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Oh, yes. A little imagination and we’ll be spotting things left and right. Oh, I do so hope I find something more useful tomorrow. 😁
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you may have missed my post on Big Blue Mouth blog; it echoes your bralette of clouds post
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I will definitely have to check that out; thanks, John.
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Lovely agile piece, moving from lightness into darker places, and so much going on beyond the words on the page. Bravo.
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Thank you. 😁 I appreciate your comments.
It’s amazing how quickly the carefree can turn cautionary.
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Lovely imagery, K. I was just thinking about something similar the other day after having an X-ray of my neck. What happened to those vests we used to where? Hmm. Happy weekend, my friend.
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Yes, exactly. Was it always a charade, then? This iron vests. I do hope your neck feels better soon. Happy holiday weekend to you, as well.
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Ah, I don’t know, maybe it was a charade. I almost asked when I got my X-ray, then didn’t. Oh, thank you, K. It’s much better than it was. Thank you. I’m looking forward to a few days off.
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It’s eerie you said that because a part of why X-rays were on my brain is that I had a dental X-ray impromptu-style last week and the hygienist didn’t use a vest. I only realized it when she sat me up and it was Siri g there across from me. Free radiation for all these days, I suppose. Happy Friday, Jeff.
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That’s wild. Happy Friday, K.
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Best metaphor ever! Then that twist to a darker ending – love this
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Thank you kindly, JYP. It’s those sunstroke poems that make the biggest impact. Here’s to a weekend of catching more UV rays. 😉
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Clouds are so fleeting 🙂
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Yes, almost invisible.
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I once watched one in summer floating slowly over the sky vanish and re-appear several times.
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Oh, an Indecisive sky. She’s got to try one at least three styles to see which goes best under her robin blue dress.
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That’s a lovely way to look at it.
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Love this! I’ll never look at clouds the same again lol. Ty for the little smoke this gave me to go with my coffee this morning
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*smile
Lmao the smile went well with the coffee and smoke tho
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Wonderful. Each person’s morning health routine should begin with a smile, at the very least.
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