The ever-changing sky inspires me. The clouds move en masse like globs of wax in a lava lamp. The colors change at day's beginning and end as if the sun is a fiber optic Christmas light shining upon an aluminium Christmas tree.
mm... Are there any more of these? I'd like to see them if there are. This, like puddle, reads smoothly, and appeals to me despite my usual distate for prose-poetry. I like that bit about the clouds. Nice piece! <><
this feels a little incomplete.... i like the way its written i think it reads as one i just feel a little like you could really get some more analogies/metaphors from the subject you are addressing..... inenglandwespellfiberfibre,,,, www.on1eday.co.uk