Why not send us your own cloud poetry? Remember to include your full name and where you live.
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 […]
From Ruth Sharville in Chepstow, UK:
5 Cloud Haiku 1 Slate grey shimmering Shot silk, Strom Loch with storm clouds Scudding overhead. 2 Here rain-veils, cloudscapes. Here the music of silence Here, near always, you. 3 Arched cloud blaze to west; Salmon pink to north and east; Bid the sun good night. 4 Big sky; dark grey clouds; Bright white clouds; […]
From Ross Carey in Galway, Ireland:
Cloud Cover hiding in the clouds miles from the ground settled in the sky never to be found everyone in sight but you are never seen sleeping in the white where you have only been
From Dr Paul Dukes in Aberdeen, Scotland:
Amid the daffodils I roamed And stared as far as space allowed When all at once I saw a domed high-soaring silver cloud
From Duncan Edwards in New Orleans, US:
closer than breath through a telescope, dreams lie in wait. blessed impermanence writ, up there, a bit. (Glimpsing clouds, uptown New Orleans, April 2006)
From Hugh Ibbotson in Nottingham, UK, a cloud haiku:
I plummet earth bound.
I wish I could fall upward,
clouds are not so hard
The Advantages of Watching the Cloud Channel
by Andrea de Majewski The other day I lay down to watch the cloud channel, and I saw the most interesting show. A woman with long wavy hair was wearing one of those Jackie Kennedy hats with the big brim curled up, with a long translucent ribbon tied around it, which waved in the breezes […]
From David Kitching in Stratford upon Avon, Warwickshire, UK:
Emotions If emotions had shape, they’d look like clouds. Happiness would wander across deep blue. Small and fluffy with no grey hue, just bright and white and light with the joy of it all. Sadness would be dull and flat, Covering all with deadpan still. Heavy and low. An oppressive pall that stills and removes […]
