Spiritual Famine

Poem By Bob Gotti

i wander lonely as a cloud
tip toeing eyeing with grace
the clear expanse of earth
a new blessing materialises
every second as friends join
me in scaling new heights

the sky's our limits we tell
ourselves as we rub shoulders
with grandest hills and mountains,
while the ever appreciative sun dresses
us up in a rainbow of colours

we dance light footed and determinedly
winning more friends to fire up the
azure sky with our glistening jewels

i wander lonely as a cloud forever
changing, hopeful, as friend earth
awaits an avalanche of goodwill
to spread far and wide for it to grow

The above is rewritten from an earlier version
reading:

I wander lonely as a cloud
tip toeing eyeing with grace
the clear expanse of earth

a new me materialises every
second as new friends join
me in scaling new heights

the sky's our limits we
tell ourselves as we rub
shoulders with grandest hills
and mountains, the ever
appreciative sun dresses us
up in a rainbow of colours

we dance light footed and
determinedly winning more
friends and fire up the azure
sky with our glistening jewels

i wander lonely as a cloud forever
changing, hopeful, as friend earth
awaits an avalanche of goodwill
spreading far and wide for it to grow

Comments about Spiritual Famine

I really enjoyed this John - what a great idea merging it with Wiliam Wordsword's Love your nature descriptions. Go for it.


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