the mystery of clouds
is …
well
I don’t really know
they just billow
before my eyes
like living a storm
thunder rang the night
last night
thunder
brought the rain
I know that the cloud
that brought it
has gone now
away
like mist on the breeze
like a thought
now long gone
but I wonder
was it a cloud
like you
just
like you
© Frank Prem, 2017
October 2017 Poem #36: street sounds (4): rain care
Frank Prem Poetry 
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The poem and the artwork are gorgeous. 💚 Clouds are soo hypnotic, and always changing, endless variation. Many days I photograph them from the backyard, and one day my neighbor’s young daughter asked her mum what “that man” was doing. I’m sure they think I’m loco, but all good, I am. 😉
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Steve we are living in a time of clouds, I think – even if only for a season. I am enjoying them so much. As for the art – point and shoot is a magnificent tool and I love it.
A secret, Steve – we ALL know you’re loco, but … we attempt small kindnesses, as and when we can LMAO.
Keep snapping them, they’re as inspirational as anything that ever was..
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