Cloud Nine

Cloud Nine

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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Outdoors as Mental Medicine

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The clouds whispered your growing demise. In the cacophony that knows your soul you feel the bewilderment and blasphemy arcing into your core. You look to the sky for relief and somewhat miraculously find Cloud Nine. Here you float like the air you breathe.

© 2014 Alfred Kukitz


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Thanks Cherrie!

I trust the Cloud Nine ride was smooth!

Regards,
Al

Posted 4 Years Ago


great title , I like the easy pace this has. Very lovely

Posted 4 Years Ago


Thanks Donna! Both you and Jacob are accomplished writers so this feels like a feather in my hat.

Posted 6 Years Ago


nothing like outdoors..."I'm doing fine, on Cloud Nine"----

Posted 6 Years Ago


Such an interesting concept. Very nice poem. Really enjoyed it.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on August 22, 2014
Last Updated on August 22, 2014
Tags: clouds, demise, nine, sky, relief

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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Yes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..

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