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From Celia Warren.
THE CLOUD’S LAMENT A cloud’s gotta do what a cloud’s gotta do! You think we enjoy destroying the blue? It’s all right you pestering, “Please don’t rain!” But clouds that don’t burst are in awful pain. It isn’t as if we can choose where we go, We’re sent wherever the four winds blow. The sun […]
From Tony Caredda.
Cagliari, Italy. The Other. The baby cloud flies not thinking next to the group has an other rain. © Tony Caredda.
From Nick Houvras.
OBSERVATION OF THE SKY There is a face in the left hand Looking up to the heavens and, the eyes are half closed! A gentle expression that is moving and white grey and black like a giant cloud it drifts with the current of the wind. And says nothing like a silent prayer. Now it […]
From Kent Turner.
Tulsa, OK. USA / Halifax, Nova Scotia O Cirrus In the silence lifting on the breath of heaven the temporal cirrus and tossing crown the lowest of heaven’s aspirations a leaving of royal weaving found Yet, my heart is drawn upward, cirrus ! while gazing at the fabric torn high above earth’s unneeded worries gazing […]
From Simon Reynolds
in Bath, UK. Cloudspotting We sat on the beach in a row of deckchairs, tried to talk the clouds out of the sky and into our notebooks. We said they were the work of an idle god who rag-rolled the sky between pipes. Dirty white lint on hot blue sheets, just ironed. The stuffing loved […]
From Sam Stilton
Its just white… Is that all I can see up there? Are clouds nothing but white in the air? As I look and I see, I smile with glee, For a small bird has decided to target me…….
From Nick Houvras
in West Bloomfield, MI, US. Your Face I saw your face in the clouds one day; wise, thoughtful and smiling! I saw you face from far away crossed by a jet’s vapor trail so what can one say? An angel, a blessing, a curse or despair? I know full well that no one will remember […]
From Mary Beth Steinhoff
in North Carolina, US. Winter’s Quiet Visitors Snowflakes are little bits of clouds that come down to visit us one by one. © Mary Beth Steinhoff
From Kent Turner
in Tulsa, OK. USA / Halifax, Nova Scotia. O Cirrus ! In the silence lifting on the breath of heaven the temporal cirrus and tossing crown the lowest of heaven’s aspirations a leaving of royal weaving found Yet, my heart is drawn upward, cirrus ! while gazing at the fabric torn high above earth’s unneeded […]
