Some Clouds

Silver-skirted puffs

Glide skies, billowing pillows

On which angels rest


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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Some Clouds

  1. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    You’ve seen those angels too, have you? 😉

    Plum Clouds


  2. Simply wonderful!


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  4. Alice Keys says:

    “on which angels rest”. Exactly right. Have you hiked to angel’s rest in the gorge? Your poem reminds me of this. You can visit them among the clouds there. 🙂


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