today these clouds dip low to touch my face almost they touch my face and I in my wonder gaze up at them a misshapen sky and today I do believe in rain ~
if I were the wide blue sky and you the cloud wandering unraveling beneath the sun I watching you with that golden orb as my eye unblinking would you look up at me or gaze down toward the earth that you rose from mist mist I might wonder what you might be in your mist … Continue reading if I were… if you
he heard the sound a sound that he could feel almost as a vibrant echo drilling inside himself looking to the sky tiny body tiny wings a tail of trail streaming across the wide expanse of the sky not long to wait another passing across the sky then the sound from the ground hearing feeling … Continue reading laughing (a wish) like a child
fly fly fly like a demon fly beat your wings while the devil sings fly like a demon fly ~ Don't forget, there is a new chapter of A Book of Clouds appearing every day at my seventeensyllablepoetry site. There is nothing like meditation on a cloud.
gunmetal the sky gunmetal just because the white is passing on wings brightened by a low hung sun and as the rags disperse the blue becomes a day concealed by gunmetal drifting by goodbye goodbye ~
in the morning in the afternoon sometimes when the light is almost gone he stands attending the sky forms the movement of shapes that are clouds the shifting of white above grey the blowing of billows the sun at play the sun concealed the heaviness that promises rain in wisps and in stripes in puffs … Continue reading he watches the shapes that are
Poem #19 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: A Book of Clouds. Back to A Book of Clouds - Introduction. feather in the sky where is thy bird how come you to be so alone ~ A Book of Clouds is being woven day by day over at seventeensyllablepoetry. … Continue reading A Book of Clouds #19: detached
he spent all the mornings of all of his days taking photographs of each passing cloud he tried to get each one because they all are different in the afternoons in the evenings he would write them day after day cloud after cloud a dossier of the passing sky who could grow tired of the … Continue reading different (a cloud man). Introducing: A Book of Clouds.
who can say the way who can say the day revelation comes it might be me looking up into the sky at you seeing you for the first time it might be you looking to the ground at me I’m not much I know but here I am there you are this is us seeing … Continue reading hello (like the first time)