Sail on; sail on
The Celestial seas…
Category: Cloud Poetry
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The cloud, he woke at break of day, with sunlight in his eyes…
If Clouds Could Talk…
What if clouds hold conversations
That would be a revelation
If they can talk, then they might say…
“I hope it doesn’t rain today!”
“I’m freezing, my hands are cold as ice.”
“It’s too hot! This breeze feels nice.”
“…Hmmm…What color should I wear?”
“This wind is messing up my hair.”
“My! It’s raining cats and dogs!”
“I can’t see through all this fog.”
“Look at that romantic moon.”
“Winter will be coming soon.”
“I think that I’ll just hang around.”
“CAN’T SOMEONE TURN THAT THUNDER DOWN!!!”
“The stars are shining bright tonight”
“Have you seen the Northern Lights?”
“Mom, can I go out and play?”
“Yes, but don’t go far away.”
“We’d better go, it’s getting late.”
“I think that she’s put on some weight!”
“I like to travel to far-off places.”
“I can’t remember names, but remember faces.”
“We should really get together.”
“I’m tired of all this crummy weather.”
“I wish that I had wings to fly.”
“I wonder what happens when we die?”
“This Summer sun can be so soothing.”
“WHAT’S THE PROBLEM!? WHY AREN’T WE MOVING!?”
“I really am not into crowds.”
“He thinks that he’s God’s gift to clouds.”
I don’t believe that clouds can’t speak
…I’ve seen them dancing cheek to cheek And in those times of deep devotion I’m certain they express emotion
© Greg Kern Olmsted Falls, Ohio
We all wish that we could be, like clouds so lazy and carefree…
Clouds are great, they play an intrinsic part in the earths Eco system…
Je suis un nuage sur pieds
Rempli d’humidité…
the world’s breath
mouth full of lightning…
All life is still.
No breeze…
Clouds, they live in a theatrical realm
Behind nights curtain they quietly roam…
Clouds give rain, clouds give shade,
some thin clouds create optical phenomena…
A one legged dinosaur A black hole confused
A woolly boot and Two pairs of shoes…
See clouds all laced with pink
“How marvellous!” I think…
white clouds
brushed on the sky…
What beauty lies before us spread
When once we lift our eyes…
My head aches
and a thumping migraine…
They scene change, never discolouring the sky’s stage
Amuse, bruise, goad our optimism and threaten us…
With my old rod I am fishing, sitting waiting wishing;
That those watery folk below, were not my rig a’missing…
What can we truly say?
To try encapsulate;
The marvel of the changing sky
With colours so divine?…
You belong to what?
How sweet
How English…
I’ve seen castles in the sky
wild geese as they fly…
Perched on high above the sprawl
I take it in the endless crawl…
I wish clouds could speak
I would send you words in fluffy streaks…
Amongst the chaos high above
Endless clouds they push and shove…
Pannus lurk, ominous on the horizon,
Somewhere in the haze…
I miss the mist
That hangs high…
When I wake up very late
The dancing clouds they never wait…
Black ink blotch clouds imbue the West dusk sky
Nebulous noctilucent drift ethereally up high…
And Wordsworth said: “I wandered lonely as a cloud…” But are clouds ever lonely?
Clouds have travelled where I never have.
They’ve crested the Himalayan peaks…
Obsidion umbrella that rules the night
With random specks of dancing light…
These are the clouds
I love to see –
giant islands,
promontories…
I sat and I watched as the clouds sailed on by,
Majestically striding and marching so high…
I see horses galloping like saffron wind
Across the sunset prairie sky…
The giant sky what a fun place to play,
Magical white forms to uncover today…
They enter on their own time
shifting eternally until called down to earth as rain…
A geography of clouds drifts
across my sun-bed sky…
Not yet
A droplet in your mother’s azure eye…
I see you
And when I catch sight of you
You have already been seen…
Genus stratus lies low in the hills
Waiting for strays and lost wills…
Would you think a person was crazy if they told you a cloud was pink?