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From Nick Houvras.
The Clouds, Sky and… ALL I SEE! I see your beauty high and low I see the clouds and bugs you blow about and neither sends a shout, hey watch out. I see your beauty everywhere. Night and day shining bright. The sun and moon and everything light. Who is to say that this is […]
From Jacqueline Mai.
Persistent Wet Weather 2007 So this is how I see it… Usually, when it’s time for Spring sunshine, Mother’s Day flowers, Easter Egg hunts, Summer holidays Walks on the beach, Picnics and deckchairs And blue, blue skies, All the clouds, efficiently, Drift away To distant places, Rain forests, tropical zones And great sea spaces, Piling […]
From Nick Houvras.
Clouds Come to the Ground! Ha! Ha! white cloud have you any rain? No Sir, No Sir, not today. Ba, Ba, white cloud, have you anything to say? Yes, Sir, Yes Sir, have a good day. Wa, Wa, white cloud, you look like my brother Ray! Do you mean the Sun Sir? Well Okay! Good, […]
From KEITH ARMSTRONG.
Whitley Bay. UK. LITTLE GIRL Clouds sometimes cross her brow or sunbeams burn her skin but now she cannot hear the screams nor can she feel the sting. Today she only wants to share her life and feel the wonder in the eyes of all when all the world is free. © KEITH ARMSTRONG. 2007.
From Joseph Allgren.
THE CONNECTION Oh that furious funnel that swallowed Dorothy every year, the whirling universe of things that like necessity surrendered her to song, flowers and color. Each year Danny Kaye told us the beginning played black and white, but I knew that, and why– if I brushed my fingers across the screen, warm gray powder […]
From Susan Orey.
New Delhi, India Love And Clouds Are The Same One moonlit night I thought of clouds I waited long to see the morning, but the sky that came brought no clouds for me. Only a cotton thread did blur the edges of my fist; But I am not yet strong enough to worship distant mist. […]
From Drew McKinnie.
Canberra, Australian Capital Territory, Australia. Lenticular Heaven Too many days, ground tied and cluttered, Complicated by officialdom and bureaucracy; Surrounded by people who simply know not The power and majesty of what they see; So many longing gazes, through office windows, At welcoming skies, Brindabella Ranges sparkling, shining; Under sweeping lenticular bars, smooth skirts flowing, […]
From Jill Mabbott.
Clouds. Tipperary, Ireland. Come with me into a summer field, covered over by a hemisphere of harebell-blue. Lay beside me in the sweet-smelling grass, studded with wild flowers, and gaze up. Over our heads, skylarks weave and sing; fluffy, white billows of cloud float and grow Upwards, outwards: speckling the earth with fleeting shadows before […]
From Wayne Paton.
Clouds? Magic carpets of the sky, changing art on the fly. Scribbled imagination pods, doodles of the mighty gods. Suspended dreams, cotton balls in floating streams. Illusive wings of silk and lace, or perchance a mirrored face. Fantasy within reality found, imaginations hunting ground. Mystic transformations fleeting, enchanted visions forever retreating. Unknown reasons why, hovering […]
