A morning cloud bank
Rose from the horizon
At such an angle
About forty-five degrees
In my estimation
Shades of blue grew
Incrementally brighter
With the expanding
Length of the rays
Fluffy white clouds
Still floating above-
A bit confused
I tilted my head
First to the right
Then the left
Wondering
If perhaps the Earth
Was off-kilter
Or if maybe it was me?
Traveling closer
The angle became
Less pronounced
And a sense of balance
Gently returned
While the feeling of awe
Continued to multiply
Piano Girl 
I like this. very much. the strangeness of the title drew me in and your ‘off-kilter’ imagery kept me there; I had a very similar experience in my recent post ‘Woozy’ —
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Thank you, John. 😊
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this is the poem that convinced me to re-subscribe 🙂
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Oh wow! Well, I’m glad you’re back!
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this poem showed me you can rise above the pack; it made me happy that I was reading something that was different, that pushed the boundaries; thank you 🙂
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Kelley, you “penned” this perfectly! I’m tilting my head in wonder! I love it! Many blessings! 💛🙏
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Thank you, Karla! Sending love and hugs! 💛🙏
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Thank you, sweet Kelley. You’re so precious. I feel the love and hugs and I hope you feel mine! 💛🙏🏻
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Reflecting these lines back to you,
“And a sense of balance
Gently returned
While the feeling of awe
Continued to multiply.”
I am taking this into my heart. Thank you.
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❤️
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