Why not send us your own cloud poetry? Remember to include your full name and where you live.
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.
From Andrew Barrett.
Drew from Maidstone UK. Drifting Vapours. Do clouds sleep as they stroll the skies? While their haunting beauty is outlined by full moon Yet with morning dew still on the ground They awaken without a yawn, stretch or sound With life not always knowing that they are there They look down with a devious stare […]
From Dr Wm. R. Cooper.
Ashford, Middlesex, UK. How I became a Cloudspotter. I was pedalling my bicycle along a country lane, Quite oblivious to the sky above my head, When a shout went up, “That cloud, sir! That cloud, sir! Look up there!” And I brought my cycle to a stop quite dead. Alas, I had forgotten ancient lessons […]
From Cynthia Miller Mims.
Houston, Texas. US. What I See I love to look up toward the Heavens, hoping to catch a glimpse of GODS Face, watching the clouds as they pass by, showing me tiny pieces of His— Glory. You see, as I watch I am greeted by the most awesome sites, clouds I believe are telling me […]
From Rob Shattock.
in Adelaide, South Australia: based on a conversation with his youngest granddaughter. The girl and me well there we were. litlest grandaughter and me siting front of the big window her perched on my knee, just watching the passing parade. tufts of fluffy clouds scudding,and folk walking in the front, over the park and by […]
From Debra Wetherell.
an English translation of the German poem sent in by Maximilan Kleibeler They fly up and down, to and fro, Go all over the world. Now light, now dark, now light, now heavy, And sometimes on a lake of colour. Now we see them as tigers, now as dragons, And also sometimes soaring up From […]
From Frances Roberson.
in Croydon, Surrey, UK Staring Cocoons of changing Animals or images from Childhood nightmares Faces unseen Since family days out Zoo like mess Depravity in white I stare skywards Eyes crinkled Sunlight hidden for moments Before I stream salt tears Wince in pain At jumbled elephants Tigers and dolphins Gliding into trains Sliding downwards Into […]
From Amy McIlhenny.
in Fortrose, Scotland Filling the sky Moving silently above my head The childhood comparison: Cotton Wool Huge and heavy White and whispy Silent and watching As the world passes beneath you © Amy McIlhenny
