Clouds, by Britta Benson

Just a silly wee one. My quest today: Find out if one can stare into the sky for too long. I’ll leave the judgement up to you. Clouds Clouds travel like pros. No baggage, just water. Always, keep hydrated. Clouds seek no one’s approval. Do their thing. Sometimes subtle, pointillist blots, scattered in the mostContinue reading “Clouds, by Britta Benson”

The Meeting, by Britta Benson

The Meeting We live under one sky. Does that make us the same? Would we want to be? You say, ‘It’s sunny. Hot. A scorcher’. Where I live, the grey has just become black. My east, your far, far west, does that mean my north sets in your south, will we lose all direction? IfContinue reading “The Meeting, by Britta Benson”

In the pink, by Britta Benson

This poem was inspired by watching a spectacular sky last afternoon, not long after sunset. You can read more about it on my daily blog, link below. In the pink There’s the blue words, like ‘thus’ and ‘forget’, deep, deep beasts of saturated memory, the loss of monotliths, wider than your hope. Hard to imagineContinue reading “In the pink, by Britta Benson”

Found & Lost, by Britta Benson

A couple of days ago, I felt limp and low until the very moment dusk set in and suddenly, unexpectedly, changed the sky into a vibrant field of pink carnations, all swirling in the blushing pink sky and my mind dived right in there. This gift of an inspiring sunset made the whole rubbish dayContinue reading “Found & Lost, by Britta Benson”

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