CLOUD
written by: TM DiSarro
@tmdisarro
Jenny flew into a cloud
And was never seen again
Now every time it starts to rain
I search for my old friend
A mystery inside the splash
Of every falling tear
Like times and tides and memories
Flash with passing years
I’m wasted in this field of flowers
Looking at the sky
Counting out the restless minutes
Slowly passing by
I wonder if you’re somewhere
In the heavens high above
Hidden in the mist which was
The substance of our love
Waiting for the rain to fall
Upon me like a shroud
Praying for the day
When you come out of your cloud
TM DiSarro is an American poet and writer living in Sarasota, Florida. He is the author of three books: THE BUSHMAN, a psychological mystery, and EVERY WICKED BIRD, a poetry collection of 200 poems, and POKING HOLES IN THE DARKNESS: a collection of 262 poems. All are available on Amazon. His unique writing style blends metaphor, wordplay, rhyme schemes, and spoken word with raw emotion and powerful imagery, reflecting his deep love for the written word and his commitment to the craft of writing. His passion for people and poetry shines through in every piece he creates. He posts regularly on Instagram, X, Facebook, Spillwords, and Miraquill, and his online presence has allowed him to connect with readers and fans worldwide. When not writing, TM builds costumes for various events and designs custom canvas for boats.
Latest posts by TM DiSarro (see all)
- Drown - November 19, 2021
- Conclusion - August 24, 2021
- Thief Of Time - June 2, 2021
