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From Vladimir Zaitsev
Clouds Immemorabel thoughts of the earth. As sullen dragons slip down along the backs of sleeping volcanoes. As night horsemen fly over the pointed peaks of forest castles. As regal carpets sprawl at the feet of starry temples, and carry on their sails the chants of celestial cities. © Vladimir Zaitsev
From spiggsy
Clouds I look high to the clouds And I am peaceful now; To see them float high in the sky Makes my spirit want to cry. Not for the silly sake of sadness But ‘cause my mood is one of gladness; For ‘tis always worth the trouble made To witness wonder forth displayed. The sunlight […]
From Ian Mills
from Scarborough, UK Clouds are not the cheeks of angels you know they’re only clouds. Friendly sometimes, but you can never be sure. If I had longer arms I’d push the clouds away or make them hang above the water somewhere else, but I’m just a man who needs and wants, mostly things he’ll never […]
From James Robson
Oxford, UK I know that you see me And I can sense you are there, Time to collect my thoughts. A deep breathe in and I begin to stare. You move so fast You move with the wind, But I want you to stay longer I want you to be pinned. You are almost gone […]
From Matt Stradling
Scarborough, UK THE CLOUD COLLECTOR “Where are you going,” a stranger asked, “With your fine mesh net and cardboard box?” I’m going out, collecting the clouds, Across the field and over the rocks. “What are you doing?” a student said, “In your threadbare coat and woollen hood?” I’m roving wide, collecting the clouds, Towards the […]
From Carley Clinkscales
From Winona, MN Oh Cloud! How wonderful you are… The way you look, from way afar. I love the way you look at me, a thought of you and my mind sets free. Your shape and color tend to vary everyday, Big or small, light or dark, I like you either way. I know I […]
From Dr Stephen Castell
Peace Harvest On a country walk you can grasp whole handfuls of fresh, clean air; or gather up the birdsong in great bunches, throwing it this way and that as you flick your head from side to side. The skidding plane of the blue vault frightens you, and makes you cower in vertigo as (lying […]
From Dianella Bardelli
From Selva Malvezzi, Italy Some Italian Poetry Due cieli Se guardo il cielo azzurro del mattino e poi gli occhi li chiudo m’appare un cielo blu, scuro e segreto- è fatto di cartone ed è animato come quei libri che se li apri la favola è di carta ritagliata diventa fondale dipinto e personaggi – […]
From Adam Davis
Cloud Haiku Underneath a cloud A person can understand The fact of the sun © Adam Davis
