Why not send us your own cloud poetry? Remember to include your full name and where you live.
From Ailsa Gwennyth Thomson
Then aged 15, now Dr Ailsa G. Thomson Zainu’ddin, aged 78: Clouds – A Reverie When a fleet of high-piled cargo boats, the argosies which sail Like some stately shadowed castles, cross the ocean of the sky, They could never know the fury of the equinoctial gale For they glide like placid dream boats to […]
From Susan Sawyer in Wolfington, California, US:
Passing Passing, passing˜our lives like ships on blue horizon, like clouds, like rain, like something ephemeral, gauzy, like thinnest cotton lace. Momentary wisps streaking past minutes, past days disappearing. like dreams, like pain. Everything passes, everything, this transient life so fleeting until awakening until only heaven remains! © Susan Sawyer
From Jay Sharma in UK:
Haiku for Howard Luke Howard, named clouds Naming what we could all see By name we now share [Upon passing, by chance, where Howard lived. Once.] © Jay Sharma
From Ben Rubinstein:
Clouds 6-3-06 It’s a mostly blue and clear day As I’m driving home on the freeway Large and majestic cumulus soar Like white islands with shimmering shores. Off to my left is a very low, deep-gray mass With dark grasping fingers Which quite slowly I begin to pass Yet my gaze insistently lingers. Its nearness […]
From Priscilla Taylor:
Becoming Clouds Conspiracy, soft around its edge swiftswirl shapes becoming clouds little cotton continents sliding sliding towards each other Soft docking, become one infant smudge detaches swims into the blue-bellied sky mothership of white whispers, slides down South © Priscilla Taylor
From Anna McKenzie:
The Other Side ( Of God ) I am in the ether ; and the clouds; The air you breathe today . I may not be too visible , But I am not far away. Whenever beauty strikes you In birdsong , flowers or sun Just know that I am in them Speaking to you […]
From Keith Armstrong in Whitley Bay, UK:
Sky The Guide Dog Sky is a guide dog. He will lick you into light. His eyes are pools of sparks. He is a star hound. Sky leads us across the universal fields, opens up the lids of daydreams, teaches us to feel those tender rays. Sky’s vista runs deep, shows up a braille galaxy. […]
From Lesley Campbell in Orkney, Scotland:
My Birthday Present Today when I opened my presents I saw Spikey had bought me a book It was wrapped in fancy pink paper I thought I should have a quick look I tore off all of the paper Too excited to take in my stride What was the name of this volume? It was […]
From Harvinder Bansel in Ilford, UK:
Dreams A man dreams of a forgotten sky the colours of my eyes seem whitened by the morning dew the speckled rain the falls from broad shoulders the lining of my skin seemed hidden from me the smell of seeds and the taste of trees can only comfort a mans dreams how softly can you […]
