Clouds . . . Or Are They?
I love to look up to the sky and “see” . . .
billowing white cotton balls
wisps of texturized silk
a silhouette of a heart
I love to look up to the sky and “feel” . . .
a golden arch oozing with stardust
the wings of an angel
a floating jelly fish
I love to look up to the sky and “hear” . . .
an erupting volcano
a growling lion
the calm before the storm
Oh how I love to look up and . . . imagine . .
Wonderful sensory poem! Clouds do inspire. Can you see any through the tall buildings of New York?
ReplyDeleteYes! I love to look up and imagine. I love the question at the beginning, "Clouds...or are they?" Shows how you are really lost in your imagination.
ReplyDeleteI read this through twice and loved it even more the second time. I, too, enjoy the way the clouds offer my mind a space to imagine. I like the pause between your enjoyment of looking up, and your admittance that the purpose behind it is to imagine.
ReplyDeleteI can remember as a kid (a long time ago) laying in the grass and watching the clouds and seeing the shapes take form. I still do this today when I see the puffs of clouds in the sky. Thanks for the poem.
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