doglover30

Clouds

What starts small, does get larger

What gets larger, can get smaller

some are smaller

some are larger

some are skinnier

some are rounder

some are happier

some are sadder

some are funnier

some are smoother

some are FAT

one second there is a blue bright blank beautiful sky

then evaporation occurs

light liquid forms FAT clouds

clouds get heavier and heavier

they start to fill with sadness, laziness, self cautiousness

How come there are no clouds over Hingham? Scituate? Hull? Milton?

Only Quincy.

Milk doesn't just show up in a fridge.

Cows are milked.

Clouds won't just disappear.

Precipitation needs to occur.

 

 

Comments4

  • FredPeyer

    ...or they get blown away! We have trade winds. One minute you have clouds, the next they are gone, and no rain!
    Very nice poem, would like to read more.

  • seeker123

    Great poem! I like how direct you are, this poem demans to be heard

  • malubotelho

    Your poem got me wondering. Nicely put together. Totally different from the others way. Thanks and welcome.

  • 00000

    Really different and thought-provoking poem i enjoy reading it



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