It was a cloudy day,
So warm, I felt
The clouds in the skies slept
Weary travelers, who were on their way
The sun sang them lullabies,
From the eternal highs
I looked to the skies, the whole day
And wondered what was their pathway
In the sunlight slumber
The clouds dreamed, I wonder
What have they seen?
Something they've never been?
The clouds awake,
Saw me down
In an unknown town
Their journey reflected on the lake
Do they have emotions?
Is it when they cry, they're gray?
And the day becomes a rainy day?
Do they have a passion for transition?
White clouds are of purity,
Silver clouds are of serenity,
Golden clouds are of spirituality
Black clouds are of uncertainty
Green clouds are of prosperity
Blue clouds are of tranquility
Red clouds are of intensity,
Orange clouds are of creativity,
Pink clouds are of love and longevity
Purple clouds are of loyalty
Grey clouds are of neutrality
Copper clouds are of adaptability
Yellow clouds are of positivity,
Brown clouds are of stability
They're the art of skies
Painted in the eternal highs
I thought what was their sake?
Is it what their heart would take?
They shall stay,
And go their way
Clouds paint the skies, and go faraway
Happiness and sorrow goes their way,
We too shall stay,
Painting life with memories and go a day
- Salvia.S
© Salvia.S
So warm, I felt
The clouds in the skies slept
Weary travelers, who were on their way
The sun sang them lullabies,
From the eternal highs
I looked to the skies, the whole day
And wondered what was their pathway
In the sunlight slumber
The clouds dreamed, I wonder
What have they seen?
Something they've never been?
The clouds awake,
Saw me down
In an unknown town
Their journey reflected on the lake
Do they have emotions?
Is it when they cry, they're gray?
And the day becomes a rainy day?
Do they have a passion for transition?
White clouds are of purity,
Silver clouds are of serenity,
Golden clouds are of spirituality
Black clouds are of uncertainty
Green clouds are of prosperity
Blue clouds are of tranquility
Red clouds are of intensity,
Orange clouds are of creativity,
Pink clouds are of love and longevity
Purple clouds are of loyalty
Grey clouds are of neutrality
Copper clouds are of adaptability
Yellow clouds are of positivity,
Brown clouds are of stability
They're the art of skies
Painted in the eternal highs
I thought what was their sake?
Is it what their heart would take?
They shall stay,
And go their way
Clouds paint the skies, and go faraway
Happiness and sorrow goes their way,
We too shall stay,
Painting life with memories and go a day
- Salvia.S
© Salvia.S
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That’s beautiful , and a interesting writing .. nicely written
Thank you so much!
My comments on the poem “Cloudy reflections” by Salvia S
The poetess has managed to find words to describe each type of cloud. There are both romance and philosophy in the words of the poem. We will note that clouds are ruled by the winds : they have to go where the wind wants them to go. The reign on the cloud is a short one. The cloud displays the colours decided by the sun. The poem “I wandered lonely as a cloud by Wordsworth (1770-1850) speaks about the loneliness of clouds. Soman Ragavan. 24.11.2024
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