Why not send us your own cloud poetry? Remember to include your full name and where you live.
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 […]
From Grevel Lindop in Manchester, UK:
Jets Not even the sky is free from our graffiti: air-currents all day long smudge and emboss flock trails scrawled by planes over the blue latitudes of summer. Fine crystals of ice drawn by the billion through that high cloud-chamber in the wake of our irritant particles of business, haste, anxiety, longing to be elsewhere, […]
A Haiku from Pat Spurgeon in Stowmarket, Suffolk, UK:
Drifting breeze- blown clouds: Shadows glide across the grass.. Apple blossom falls.
From Ajit Nagpurkar in Mumbai, India:
Clouds – The Loud Dreams Fluttering, chittering land the humming birds, just in front- And I rush out to watch As I reach, the birds fly away- Sat I in the cane chair open in the garden- Right top in the sky shuffeled white clouds to form a bunny- I run in to grab my […]
