11 May: On the Edge of Clouds

AI digital art: birch forest in summer, old wagon wheel resting against a tree, and dog sniffing around the wheel.

On the Edge of Clouds

It’s still the wild west out here,
a flood of sins and nature’s laws.
The sky is blue as the deep sea,
the landscape’s prairie-blond,
and straight as a bridge span.

It’s as if you could sing out, and
be heard at the edge of clouds.

Heard a dog down by the river again,
… although it’s really just a stream.
That dog’s a mean mutt, grubby,
and whining over an unmarked
grave and a broken wagon wheel.

I tell you, that dog will be lucky
if it dies in its sleep.

AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023. Artwork and poem created for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. The original prompt image is “Here“. 

3 responses to “11 May: On the Edge of Clouds”

  1. “…a flood of sins & nature’s laws” !


  2. Sing to be heard at the edge of clouds — great line. My heart goes out to the dog. Healthy issues today still has me feeling rocky. And I drove over 300 miles feeling that way. Ugh! https://rolandyeomans.blogspot.com/2023/05/the-zen-of-writing.html


  3. I love clouds they are beautiful forms of inspiration and creativity

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