Why not send us your own cloud poetry? Remember to include your full name and where you live.
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.
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…….
