puffed meringue, whipped cream fluff,
fuzzy threads dispersing,
birthing, breathing, billowing,
fraying, coalescing –
abstract solids so serene
entrance unto diffusion,
processed, rearranged on high,
creating my illusions –
concentration forms and splits,
this I tell myself,
as mallowed cream and puffed meringues
drift among themselves
Makes me want to lay on the ground and look at clouds or/and hit my pantry and get a spoonful of marshmallow creme!! Have missed reading your wonderful words. Hope you are well. DAF
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Well, I just lay on a sun lounger, contemplated the clouds and had to take a few photos with my Kindle. Unfortunately, no meringues were around. If there had been I’d just have had one of those instead of writing about them. Love meringues. 😀
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I love meringues too! I need to make some of them… hmmmmm, a bit too damp today though…
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I didn’t even know it could be too damp to make them. Never too anything to eat them though. I had one a couple of weeks ago at a place that masters home-baking. This thing was a monster! Two huge separate slabs of meringue, like Himalayen mountain peaks, and a separate dish of cream and strawberries. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven as this was a rediscovery for me of a place that had shut down and relocated. I even had my daughter take a photo of it before I stuck my face in it. Salivating now. Can’t go wrong with meringues. Sorry, couldn’t resist! 😉
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sounds wonderful! Now, I am salivating… and I can’t run out and get that! Go have another for me!
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Will think of you next time. 🙂
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I love clouds so much!!! billows form in floating mattresses, bouncy and fun:) I thought of you today writng about a pre-dawn cloudburst…so funny how we wrote about that but different story https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com/2015/08/08/coming-home-tanka/
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I was writing about synchronicity the other day, Cheryl-Lynn. Cloud bursting AND Hurley’s pub! Too much of a coincidence to be a coincidence. Now to figure what it all means. 🙂
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I can still remember the first time I flew – 1960-something – and was dumbstruck by the view of the clouds from above them – like a sea of meringue as far as the eye could see
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Just want to reach out and touch. Or dive in if it’s meringues. I remember climbing one of the Munros a few years back, getting to the top and seeing the clouds roll towards me. I was so disappointed when I just got soaked. I wanted to touch the puffs even although common sense and science told me otherwise!
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