From Under

From Under

clouds atop the sky

over finite possibilities

small dreams, small hopes

to imagine that which cannot be seen

in concrete grays

throughout a meadow long

alone below the mist and haze

of all the worlds that fly above

on winds creative

lowly dreams disperse

an utter not of ignorance blind

 


via the Daily Writing Prompt No. 061 “Cloud Cover” genre: poetry provided by WRTGPRAC.