Watching puffy clouds drift by
driving up Cadillac Mountain, today
reaching the summit in the sky
seeking the mystery of you and I
meandering on a majestic roadway
watching puffy clouds drift by
looking into heavens bright eye
dreams are born/some fade away
reaching the summit in the sky
surrounded by beauty, feeling alive
peregrine falcons fly above the bay
watching puffy clouds drift by
standing on desert island, I sigh
traveling a spiritual pathway
reaching the summit in the sky
thinking of you on a summer day
there are words, I need to convey
watching puffy clouds drift by
reaching the summit in the sky
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Great view. Where is that mountain located?
ReplyDeleteCadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park, Maine. It was heavenly.
DeleteAh, Acadia! were you driving a cadillac? lol! oh but those unsaid words do sting don't they?
ReplyDeleteHa, all I needed was a pink Cadillac.. thanks for making me smile.
DeleteWow luv this form. What is it with those lines repeated. You poked my interest. I googled Cadillac Mountains and got this 'At 1530 feet (466 m) tall, Cadillac is the tallest mountain on the eastern seaboard of the United States! It is also the first place to see the sunrise in the U.S. in the winter. For thousands of years, people have climbed Cadillac Mountain and looked out from its lofty peak.'
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
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Your research is correct, the views on the summit were breathtaking.
DeleteWonderful villanelle. I enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteThanks, I am glad you enjoyed reading it. What more could a poet ask for?
DeleteThe sky embraces us if we let it.
ReplyDeleteThat it does!
DeleteI enjoyed the thoughts and reflections under puffy clouds. There is something about clouds that send one into pensiveness. Love the way "peregrine" found its way into your poem as the "Peregrine Collection" makes its way soon to the moon.
ReplyDeleteMany trails were closed as it is the end of the peregrine falcons nesting cycle. The park has had many hatchings and are diligent about keeping the area free from human disruptions. They are beautiful in flight.
DeleteOh this sounds so beautiful. My heart lifted along with yours.
ReplyDeleteThank you, my friend. I hope you are well.
Deletelovely repeating lines in your villanelle, Sherry. Reminds me of that John Denver song that starts, "Almost heaven..."
ReplyDeleteOops, I mean Truedessa!
Deletehmm, I will have to look up that song.
DeleteAhh - yes, that is a classic Denver song - thanks
DeleteWatching the clouds move past is a good way to accept the impermanence of everything. I believe we think better while outside engulfed in nature. Love this mountaintop view.
ReplyDeleteYes, there is something magical about cloud watching. It was gorgeous at the peak. It really makes one see through new eyes the beauty of the planet.
DeleteDelicate and well written, as always.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sandra
DeleteYour poem has the cadence of a lovely summer day.
ReplyDeleteThank you, it was a wonderful day filled with amazing scenery.
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