Morgan Michaels


Mood - Poem by Morgan Michaels

Lovely new good mood
you visit me like a floppy cloud
filled with warm rain

blown to land's end
and half-ways back-
tumulus of cumulus, off-lit.

Squarish in my mind you sit
unpeeled like an orange:
gold suffusing blue

vanishing, twinkling into view
like a chunk of dry ice, you
sublime by your own rules, do.

New and presently blue
You leap for the sun like Pegasus,
yet bit by bit you'll go,

that I know is true,
no one can hold you-
when your pegs un-do, and soon

off you'll go like a helium balloon
to the moon to whom you're elated
to be distantly related.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 22, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 15, 2014


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