Why not send us your own cloud poetry? Remember to include your full name and where you live.
From James Webb Wilson (Jim the Poet)
Vernon, USA White Sails Riding High I saw the white sails ride high A massive armada across the azure sky Each thought in a mighty seaworthy craft White sails afore and white sails aft. A thought drawn taut and billowed out Providence assured without a doubt. Soft sails of pride, genuine and real With a […]
From Michelle Willis
from Sydney, Australia Cloud gazing I saw an elephant up in the sky On a serenely lovely summer’s day A myriad of clouds went drifting by Wispy, fluffy, streaked in white and grey Such afternoons as these are made for play The temperature is warm, the sun is high I love how in a child-imagined […]
From Anne Connolly
Edinburgh, Scotland Shuttered I captured clouds shapeshifters since the eye of time blinked open on a curved horizon. H2O breathed into the sky chased by the wind, illumined by the sun so that they trailed their cloaks, red matadors to tantalise the night. But captured clouds remain the same essential solvency frozen by the shutter. […]
From Rachel Fox
Montrose, Angus, Scotland Five minutes about clouds Thinking about clouds Can be stormy or calm From the darkest of grey To the softest of balm Now your head’s lost in fluff And your smile is a charm Then it’s back to full gloom And a sign marked ‘alarm’ © Rachel Fox 2009
From Jan Lewis
San Francisco Bay Area, California, USA Mare’s tail or ghost hair White whips or slubbed silks Breeze training cloud scarves Translucent linen strands afloat Big brush gesso strokes Swiped and twirled, wrist Dancing loose and free Clouds in the sky Joy in me. © Jan Lewis 2009
From John Wark
Sarasota, Florida, USA Cloud Viewing The old masters went snow viewing and inked poems by brazier light. Letting go of arising & passing, they shivered with the nature of mind. Genial, life & death haunted hunters! In Florida we go out cloud viewing, eyes filled with wine-bodied, innerlit here-and-gone Spanish armadas of fleeting shape shifts. […]
From Brenda Barnard
CLOUD HAIKU (Western style) storm clouds smooth across the summer sky wet spots at my feet a shepherd’s evening sky clouds and sheep are tinted pink the fairground ride split the sky shot the clouds the clouds are down bruised by leafless trees – winter has arrived the dying tree scribbled its distress across the […]
From Mark Peacock (Junior)
Gravy Gravy Cloud © Mark Peacock Jr. I am allowed more cider if I eat my gravy. My dog is called Ray and he is massive. My Zafirra is broken but it is not making me cry. I am taller than a bin with things in it. I like the sky because it is blue. […]
From Mark Peacock
Fair Weather Feathered Friend (My Cloud is My Bird) by Mark Peacock © 2007 I could say I’ll love you until the day the stars fall from the sky, but I wouldn’t want that as it might spoil the clouds nearby. I should say I would move any mountain for you, but that wouldn’t be […]
