Stretching fingers across the blue
Reaching, searching for an end
You never find as you travel the skies,
Never sleeping, always moving, journey never done,
Drifting shadows across the sun
Like the drifting thoughts that cloud my mind,
Sailing the seas up above
Pushed and pulled by the tides of heaven,
Ghostly outlines, silently passing
Bestowing their blessing on the land,
Bringing gifts to some, cruelty to others,
Rain for the farmers, drought for his fellow man,
Shape shifting - stirring the imagination-
Whales swimming, fishes flying, dragons breathing fire,
Bright and breezy at sunrise in the east
Iridescent, shimmering at sunset in the west,
A witches coven brewing, dressed in black,
Temper tantrums thundering on the air way
The population of Earth's ceiling at play.
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Sue, you have given me a whole new way of looking at clouds. Love that last line!
Beautiful poem, well written.
Thank you 😊
You portray well one of my very favorite features of nature in this fine poem, sue. Thanks for sharing!
You are welcome 😊
This is wonderfully descriptive. I strive to be a poet capable of such imagery. Well done, and thanks for this!
You may like to read my poem 'Tears' and 'Opus of Love' they too try to use imagery - not saying successfully but I rather like them for the imagery.
A poets pride in his literature is not a bad thing. I'll give them a read! Give some of mine a go too, if you don't mind.
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Thank you for the compliment 😊
what a wonderful poem. this makes me glad to be alive!
What a lovely response - thank you.
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