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From Karl Stuart Kline
LIBERATION Today I saw Death come riding by, On dress parade through the sky. With helm of ivory and cloak of fine bleached silk, He rode a giant stallion that was as white as milk, On his way to free some poor soul from the bonds of life and earth, To which he had been […]
From Rosemary Dunn
Clouds Such clouds there are today, such haughty clouds! Look! Follow their guiltless majesty crowns glinting like steel crucibles in gothic caverns fire sharpest of shadows shade upon shade of monstrous pustulous bubbles oozing from invisible thermals in turbulent air Looking like mountains these flocculent parodies are thrown high to the far backstage of a […]
From Kate Breen
New Brunswick , Canada. Silently, clouds Teach the grammar Of a summer sky Summer sky speaking The language of clouds So eloquently © Kate Breen. 2009
From Karl Stuart Kline
LIBERATION Today I saw Death come riding by, On dress parade through the sky. With helm of ivory and cloak of fine bleached silk, He rode a giant stallion that was as white as milk, On his way to free some poor soul from the bonds of life and earth, To which he had been […]
From Jeremy Mitchell-Christian
” Thunder in the distance, looms now overhead. I have sat too long. ” © Jeremy Mitchell-Christian. 2009.
From Jacqueline Mai
The Might of an Ephemeral Cloud Standing on a hill’s summit In high summer’s heat All colours below seem flattened to a pastel palette Faded and deadened by searing sunlight. But it takes just the passing of a cloud For village colours to waken and blossom, Trees to stretch and breathe, Rivers and hollows, mounds […]
From Jeniferlee Tucker
Topsham, Maine. U.S. Water Dreams When water dreams its reflective eye gazes upward to rarefied destiny; racing with crystalline wisps of cirrus, carelessly tossed into heights of blue summer, or merging with whorls of foreboding lenticularis; ceilings of smoke, faces and fire. To be one of infinite droplets after a storm, arcing in neon redemption, […]
From Mark Peacock
Tempestuous Dawn In the mornings you weep, like a newly shawn sheep. Through the day you change shape, like a drunk playful ape. In the night you’re subdued, like a mole without food. Then skywards you drift, like a Stannah stair-lift. It’s these things that I love, my big, cloudy dove! (above). And it’s these […]
From William R. Brennen
Cumulus Humilis (a cinquain) Cloud sheep Do not gambol Nor do they run and jump Unlike their earthbound eponyms They scud. © William R. Brennen. 2009.
