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From Ken Fung.
Hong Kong. The Story of Clouds. The top of the sky, the writeboard of the creator. He depicts in black and white, the story told by the clouds. In heavenly words, they transform, they tell, they migrate to reach every part of the world. © Ken Fung.
From Bernadette Marie Zvonek.
Shelton, Connecticut. US. A Cloud I’m a wonder to behold A marshmellow if you will On sunny days I’m as white and fluffy as can be On cloudy days I’m shades of shadowy gray I float gracefully across the sky A work of Art And if you look closely enough You’ll see that I can […]
From Davide Riccio.
Torino (Italy) CLOUDSPOTTING I observe the veils flowing Between us and the mount of gods Yun that is The union of Yin and Yang If I live life With my heads in the clouds It’s not because Of the western blue-sky thinking Of some cloudless monotony I don’t judge anyone I only observe the veils […]
From Tony Kendrick
Cloud Story. Tumbling clouds in sunlight sky, That’s a sight to watch go by. Strange stories are revealed. A lady flees from a dragon’s lair All flying skirts and windblown hair. Then! Through the scene of filtered light, Speeds her champion, a mighty knight, Riding bold upon a creature strange. Unnamed. Untold. No sound of […]
From Sheila Desmond.
New York City. ”Ever stood for a moment” Ever stood for a moment looking up at the clouds noticing their shapes colors, movement configurations constantly shifting relative locations in space? Ever stood for two moments and wondered what it might feel like to lie down on some of those soft cloud beds up there taking […]
From Muphen R.Whitney.
Westminster, Maryland U.S. On the Sex of Clouds The clouds glowered, All gunmetal gray and threatening. They lowered their booms All might and fright. Beyond the clouds’ darkness lay A deep and endless azure sky — beckoning The world to its sunshine and warmth. The clouds spat out rain in protest Angry drops ratatatting on […]
From Marybeth Holleman.
Anchorage Alaska. Visit Marybeth’s site The Painter’s House. At first, the horizon began sinking lower on the canvas, far beyond the rule of thirds. Then she did away with the horizon and the canvas altogether. Now all she paints is clouds: cumulus gathering on the door handle – cirrus streaking across bathroom counters – stratocumulus […]
From Heather Cameron- Fischer.
Mont Pèlerin poems above Vevey, Switzerland. Low hanging the clouds No sky, just grey Dismal is this another day ……………………..shrouds Funeral flowers have withered away …………………..shortlived No sun, no sound. A bell chimes As in gone-by times……. ********************* Steam engine of bygone days Puffs its clouds across the lake Disappearing, reappearing. Reappearing, disappearing. Mountainous outlines […]
From Duncan Edwards.
Nevada US. Poem Reflected puffy dabs, floating on metal windscreen and her sunglasses an old photograph, blue desert sky rented silver cadillac unrented happy girl © Duncan Edwards.
