Artists’ Gray Cloud

Artists share
Artists cry
They live anew with every fleeting die.
Coming into the rain, soaking up the gray clouds.
I call your name aloud.
You hear me and call back.
Somehow we reach across oceans.
It’s something of a sort of magic, an unhindering of balance.
A statement, a chance at truth, a reality.
It’s you.

10 responses to “Artists’ Gray Cloud”

Woodsy

November 16, 2020 at 5:33 pm

I love this piece.

Wet face,
wiping on my fingers…
thick rivers from the eyes,
and headlights
not nearly strong enough
to see where they go.

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1. BrittnyLee
  
  November 16, 2020 at 8:46 pm
  
  Thank you !!!! It was inspired by a conversation and back and forth poetry session we always have haha 🙂 thanks again! Great comment too.
  
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asthaisha

November 25, 2020 at 7:32 am

Loved it ♥️

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1. BrittnyLee
  
  November 25, 2020 at 12:37 pm
  
  Thank you so much 🙂 I hope you have a great week !!!!
  
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  1. asthaisha
    
    November 25, 2020 at 3:56 pm
    
    My pleasure 🤗
    
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Jonathan Caswell

December 18, 2020 at 3:45 am

Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
A WONDERFUL WORK!

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1. BrittnyLee
  
  December 21, 2020 at 3:03 am
  
  Thank you so much !!
  
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  1. Jonathan Caswell
    
    December 21, 2020 at 10:10 am
    
    DAT’S GOOD WORK YOU DID=!
    
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  2. BrittnyLee
    
    December 24, 2020 at 4:45 am
    
    Aw thank you so much 🙂 I really appre ciate that. I hope you have a great Christmas with your loved ones Jonathan!
    
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  3. Jonathan Caswell
    
    December 24, 2020 at 5:37 am
    
    thanks—me and the Missus—we’re part of that highly vulnerable group of elders, ya know!
    
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