Promptly Poetry Entries (6/20 - 6/21)

Cloudy

Cloudy

Such a kind face, something familiar
in her smile, in her eyes, in
the hopeful music of her voice
as she speaks to me in names
that embrace me like a warm haze.
They are rays of light of distant origin
filtered through clouds of memory.
I feel them but do not see them.
She will come again, she promises
as she grasps my hand.
I am embarrassed to give it
my fingers, all knuckles and blue lines,
embarrassed that I do not remember her name.
She reminds me of someone I loved
once, when these hands were strong.


Week 49 Promptly Poetry

Title your poem
"Cloudy"
Whether you stick with weather imagery or explore emotive ideas,
try to keep the title in mind as you write your poem.