Wanderings and wonderings from a sentient cloud. Posted by sonmi upon the Cloud. In Music - Melodic Mirabilia. Something off-slant for the beady of eye. Words and wonders from the world. Birds singing in the sycamore tree. It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds. No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings - William Blake.

Poems from a fractured mind. I miss him,I keep reading his old poems. Terrified as i stood in the dock facing my. Reliving the horror of a child. Questions fired,bemused I answer in. The words i speak produce images. Where once I locked them away.

We cannot explain the way that words can hit us like snow. Falling from worn rooftops;. Jack frost is not always lingering. And the pain is always hindering;. Words are the shattered glass. That we try our best to handle with care;. There has to be a way that we can achieve the skill of giving,. For more than the reason being. Not because it looks good,.