Friday, 17 May 2013

Cloud My Vision

                                                                                                                                                    
cirrocumulus stratiformis
accumulate like cotton balls
and
stretch
and
knit 
and jostle-stitch
across the woollen skies.

no audition
held;
just met and
in the spotlight swept,
brief cameo of layers
of white puff pastry players,
they curl their hair,
slip-slide their way through
audience's stares.

shapeshifting,
weightless,
lifting
goes their perfect guest appearance,
momentary
beauty in the air,
no airs and graces,
standing on occasion,
no waiting for ovation.



photo: wikimedia commons












shared on poets united, poetry pantry #150

14 comments:

  1. ah i love your play with the clouds...think i will lay on my back and look up...just enjoying the show as i reread...smiles....i like to find things in them...

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  2. Love the way you incorporate the clouds into this one sir.

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  3. Fantastic. I always say "there's a Sky-show going on", because there always is. I so enjoyed this look at clouds as actors, shape-shifters. Perfect!

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  4. This absolutely wondrous! I love it =)

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  5. I love this. It is a unique perspective. Clouds all have their unique personalities, and you gave THESE clouds life!

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  6. There is nothing I love more than sky-watching - a great sky-show going on at all times........loved your poem, kiddo!

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  7. Love that jostle-stitch across skies--watching clouds can be so interesting. Nicely done :-)

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  8. This reminded me of laying in the grass and watching the clouds doing their dance. Lovely!

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  9. Catching the true essence of cloud-formations.

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  10. Where have you been?? We miss your poems :)

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