A walk in the clouds

I took a walk among the clouds, no ordinary whim.

I floated without wings.

My spirit lifted off the ground.

Clouds swished across the sky.

I dived in, unable to reply.

Never bound.

From up so high I see you cry.

No time to say goodbye.

Nor time for one more round.

Be still, deep breath, you must move on.

My love still strong.

Yet no solace is there found.

Forget the sorrow.

No more tears upon the morrow.

My memory within you sound.

My day is over, the sky turns red.

I will see you in the clouds.


There is something about clouds that makes me think of my loved ones, the ones gone before me. I often wonder do they see me? Are they near? Memories fade, yet some stay strong, passed down the chain they live on and on. Writing is a great way to keep your memories alive.

About Minuscule Moments

Everybody has a DREAM. Today is the first day of the rest of my writing life. Its a lonely world out there when you are learning the craft. This year, as the same as last year, I want to finish my first children's picture book. I have learn't many wonderful lessons on this journey. You are never too old to learn.
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8 Responses to END of TIME

  1. Audrey Chin says:

    This is very lovely. Were you remembering your loved ones gone? You have a particular gift for combining words and pictures. That’s what makes this site so special. Or is it the Oz landscape, that wild wonderful red-hued space?

    • One More day says:

      Thanks Audrey, I came over the hill last night in the car and the children and I just went wow! Awesome sunset of which we have many. Poem just popped into my head yesterday morning and I combined the two.

  2. Hi, Kath. I’ve nominated you for the “Liebster Award”. You can get all the details here:
    All the best. Jennifer x

  3. Clouds make me feel the same, as do flocks of flying birds. A lovely post, and beautiful photographs.

  4. grovewithin says:

    I often look at the clouds and think the same. Beautiful post!

  5. Thank you appreciate you reading it. I was there when my father past away and I often wonder what he felt when he left us. Thanks for stopping by.

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