Why not send us your own cloud poetry? Remember to include your full name and where you live.
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 […]
From ‘Member 2043’ (Clinton Knapp-Fisher) in Surrey, UK:
Among the daffodils I roamed And stared as far as space allowed When all at once I saw a domed High-soaring silver cloud.
From Marili Deandrea in Turin, Italy, three cloud haikus:
wild flowers…. the slow appearing of a cat-shaped cloud ….. blooming wisteria – among the passing clouds my mother’s smile ….. wispy clouds….. I offer paper butterflies to the wind
From Jonathan Freeman in East Sussex, UK:
Where are you going, Grey Cloud from the North? Did you come to steal my blue sky? Why have you taken the wind from the breeze, Is it me that you want to see cry? On whom are you crowing, Grey Cloud from the North? Who do you mock from up high? For whom have […]
From Lawrence Stacey:
shifting, shifting, apparition, sideward sliding shade magician. mist and myth of shadow rhythm, swathe my hills in cotton. whirling, spinning, spirit image, ancient pathway, vaporous vision, web phantasm, aged musician, dreams stretch through the fog. echoes, tones, arpeggio. athenaeum of the soul. dance in stillness with a flow, that’s gently showing all. phrasing, chants, and […]
From David Longstaff, Aged 9:
I’d like to shout it really loud “Yippie, yippie. I’m a cloud” And line the blue sky up and down Like a meadow newly ploughed But I’m not and never will be Such thoughts are really silly So instead I sit and admire the view If I wished upon a cloud Would you wish the […]
From Glen Shorts in South Dakota, US:
Even Clouds Have a Dark Side There is something political about a cloud Is it the substance that seems so solid, or The asymmetric bias to float with the wind? Farmers like to believe clouds of favor Hide beyond the horizon to bless the night. Showers and lightning strikes apparent to The sailor and the […]
