Of clouds

Do you ever read the stories of the clouds?

 

The tossed veil of the tentative bride

as white wisps resting on a hill

disturbed by the temperamental groom

his brooding jealousy edging closer

with dark, Cumulonimbus gloom

 

Nimbostratus brings endless days of rain

oppressive, weighed down with relentless pain

the mourning widow painting the landscape with tears

shivering puddles reflecting her mighty grey

her heart torn through by contrail spears

 

Let your soul float as the delicate Cirrus

soaring above all others

your silken strands never diminish the strength of the sun

as your ice crystals warm and dissipate through

halycon heavens

and at sunset

you are the last one still tantalizing

the final flickering finale

in perfect pink

 

 

 

 

 

32 thoughts on “Of clouds”

    1. Thank you Rekha for introducing me to this author! I will search for a translation of the poem. I’m very happy we have met, it seems you have some wonderful poets to introduce me to!

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  1. I love how you weave bits and pieces of knowledge we crave for, and wrap them up in such a lovely cradle of words, painting stories in the interstice to make it even smoother. I know so much more about clouds now ❀ I love them so that makes me very happy!

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