cirrocumulus stratiformis
accumulate like cotton balls
and
stretch
and
knit and jostle-stitch
across the woollen skies.
no audition
just met and
in the spotlight swept,
brief cameo of layersof white puff pastry players,
they curl their hair,
slip-slide their way throughaudience'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.
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| photo: wikimedia commons |
shared on poets united, poetry pantry #150
light as a cloud...
ReplyDeleteah 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...
ReplyDeleteLove the way you incorporate the clouds into this one sir.
ReplyDeleteFantastic. 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!
ReplyDeleteThis absolutely wondrous! I love it =)
ReplyDeleteI really like this.
ReplyDeleteI love this. It is a unique perspective. Clouds all have their unique personalities, and you gave THESE clouds life!
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing I love more than sky-watching - a great sky-show going on at all times........loved your poem, kiddo!
ReplyDeleteExcellent take on clouds.
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
ReplyDeleteLove that jostle-stitch across skies--watching clouds can be so interesting. Nicely done :-)
ReplyDeleteThis reminded me of laying in the grass and watching the clouds doing their dance. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteCatching the true essence of cloud-formations.
ReplyDeleteWhere have you been?? We miss your poems :)
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