May 28, 2009
In
Cloud Poetry
From Mesha Banerjee
Am I Cirrus.
Am I Cirrus
Spiralled and curly
Like fingers scratching above
Am I cumulus
Classic and flossed
Adding colour to the bright blue sky
Am I stratus
Covering, enveloping
Cotton wadding the heavens
As I mutate and change with the wind
Giving light and darkness to days
Whitening and lightening
Or soaking in gray
Am I nimbus
Angry and broad
Stratocumulus
CumuloNimbus
Or
Am I Cirrus.
© Mesha Banerjee. 2009.
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Caressing breeze through the window Zhao Xin, elegant and beautiful frizzy hair. She stands like a new statue. I do not recognize how long, Jiangdong broke the quiet from. And shouts: Xin. He said only 1 word, unable to pronounce any kind of sound. Zhao Xin shoulder negligible move, she sensed Jiangdong from returning towards call.
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I breathe out
I lift up
I lift down
I push out
I push in
I am alive
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