Tuesday, 21 July 2009

I am drunk in a strange city. Somehow,
I walk on bumpy old streets
without stumbling. They're not cobblestones,
you say, they're clouds.

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Carolee Sherwood
Carolee Sherwood

12 comments:

Red Bird said...

Oh, gosh... love, love, love this.
Well done, Carolee.
:)

caroleesherwood said...

thanks, red bird! and thanks, fiona, for publishing it!

Michelle said...

Gorgeously evocative, Red.

...deb said...

Terrific; so surprising!

Shaylen Maxwell said...

Wow this is beautiful. : )

*shimmer* said...

this is the best! nice work! =)

Jo said...

Fabulous!

jem said...

This is fun. It made me think of a modern Oscar Wilde. Nice one!

caroleesherwood said...

thank you!

Rethabile said...

Wow, C.

Asili the Journal said...

This is a wonderful poem. i can feel the bumby contours of the clouds thru' my heavy shoes against the hollows of my feet.

christine said...

The way we react to our world... . Whimsical. You have the eyes of a child, an excellent trait in my book.