I was born in the thunder birthed to the whip of the wind my father was known as the weather a cloud was my mother the womb and I would ride -saddled- the storm bucking the blitz strikes of lightning raining on earth down below I am cumulous I am cirrus I am the feather … Continue reading child
cloud a) I have sprackled you grainy but so pretty you could have been through a telescope but I saw you in my back yard I saw you hanging over my back yard cloud b) cloud blue whoever thought to catch a cloud like you are so like to a) perhaps you are a treatment … Continue reading evening cloud
there is no shine like the shine that glints a knife under the moon like a star hid within a shadow do not approach the stellar shine that knifes beneath the moon the shadow waits the shadow in the shadow © Frank Prem, 2017 November 2017 Poem #36: evening cloud 140418
the sound of a cloud is a lash of the wind singing treble in high registers the sound of a cloud is three birds frantic fleeing the storm that boils close behind the sound of a cloud is a rain .............................'.......''.........d .............................................................r .............................................................o .............................................................p striking another rain ............'..''........d .............................................................r .............................................................o .............................................................p striking rain ........................'..............d .............................................................r … Continue reading …of a cloud
I was the forgotten one the day the sun forgot left churning in the dark no ray of light no beaming smile ever found me the chill of colour noir I made my own turned my back on belated entreaties turned my back to sorry sounds I turned my back on day I claim the … Continue reading forgotten : the night
the breeze should blow he thought the trees at their tops back and forth with grace they moved like dancers a cotton ball he teased apart into strands held high in his hand until the breeze caught them in a flutter and then released scudding white thin clouds he thought a sunset sky and some … Continue reading his thoughts
do not mistake me for a duck hssssss I do not care for that description I am elegant of neck elegant of black I am elegant of beak hssssss a duck is not a ship a liner a duck will show its arse where I reach down stretch my neck that’s the difference I have … Continue reading an elegance of swan
he called it taking stock sitting in the sun in the shade beneath the veranda awning when It rained considering the garden and the green grass counting the bees white butterflies bugs rising on transparent wings with the sun shining through a tiny halo of light around each the wind at play through washing hung … Continue reading the old man’s stock take
I saw a flight of pelicans rise above my head great boats of the sky the first had one eye on the path they must take the last was watching the ground one eye on me I was the flight of pelicans rising over the water above the trees one eye watched the path we … Continue reading pelicans
I told it you I shall not want again until morning and flung a bird a bat the pterodactyl beneath which I had been sleeping it took a draggled leap a tangle rising up up then beneath the weight of its own cottoned wings it fell dead beside me so be it I said aloud … Continue reading the dismissal of the doona
