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From Rebbla.
East Sussex, UK BEYOND THE CLOUDSPOTTER’S GUIDE. Who should now delineate the armorial of clouds? There are the numerable species and their principal conformations, but not one is stable. Evolution is their only constancy throughout imaginable time. Who would begin to list aeons of instant changes, to parse them for patterns and revelations? Only some […]
From Nick Houvras.
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 or care. I saw your […]
From Jacqueline Mai.
France. Weather or not… Every cloud has a silver lining So they say But not today. I set off this morning, my head in the clouds The weekend was near Good reason to cheer. I was walking on air, a spring to my step But it wasn’t long Before it all went wrong… In those […]
From Rebbla.
Sussex UK. A LAST JUDGEMENT His memory’s first clouds denied him salvation, louring over flames and massed swathes of fugitives. The panorama left no space within the frame for shelter. Terror spread wide beyond the gilding. He would never read the legend, always rushing past into futures where clouds stilled his thoughts in dread. © […]
From Jonathan Freeman.
East Sussex, United Kingdom A Cloud Sonnet Clouds of the skies are nothing like the sun Rain proves more cooling than what shade they shed A brilliant moon grants a victory won And the way through the snow has more solid a tread But you, you are so fair, so free Flowers spared weeds or […]
From Stephen Schaffhauser.
Contrails. What would Howard if, when towered Cumuli or Cirri flowered, what would he have thought or written, if, above the fields of Britain, up on high, and playful as an Ahrimanic kitten, he had seen stretch right across the blue contrails from aeroplanes? But never flew aught but dragonfly then,and birds and bats, and […]
From Rebbla.
Sussex UK. I would dream of scents, walled-in, rising in sunlight, a perfect garden for quietus. Over time, I added clouds to cool me. © rebbla, Sussex. UK.
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.
