Poetry Monday: Clouds

Hi folks, it's Poetry Monday, and this week's topic is . . . CLOUDS.

Join Delores and me (and now a few regular contributors in the comments -- yay!) in pouring out our thoughts about those fluffy/puffy/wispy/massive/white/gray products of nature that hover above our heads occasionally or frequently, depending on where you live and what time of year it is.

You can leave your poem in the comments or post on your own blog; if you do the latter, please let us know in the comments so we can come along and read your offering.

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The first thing that always comes to my mind when I think of clouds is Joni Mitchell's iconic song "Both Sides Now" from her album "Clouds", with its evocative and haunting lyrics and melody. How can you know this song and not think of it when clouds are mentioned?

But as beautiful as those lyrics are (and they are certainly a poem, too, if anything ever was), I have to find my own perspective, and that's what Poetry Monday is for.

Looking for inspiration, I searched through some of the cloud pictures I've taken in the three years since I began blogging.

Early morning clouds with a jet contrail rising vertically through them

 

 

Early evening clouds rolling in next to our local Walmart

Banks of clouds making the windmills look tiny

 

 

Storm clouds blocking all but a smidgen of blue sky

 

 

A sky/cloud sandwich

So many of our days have complete cloud cover, like this . . .

 

 

. . . and others have no clouds at all, like this (hah! a non-cloud picture in a post about clouds!) . . .

 . . . but sometimes there's something completely different, like this . . .

 

. . . or this . . .

 

 

. . . or this . . .

 

 

. . . or even this, the remnants of a storm cloud, which cast an eerie glow all around.

And after pondering all those variations of clouds, here's how my poem turned out.



Clouds

For something that few, if any, people have ever touched,
Clouds get a lot of attention from the human race.
They bring us weather -- good, bad, and in-between,
And when it rains or snows, it does it in our face.
And so, we grown-ups look with watchful eyes at clouds;
And, with our plans in mind, wish for sun instead,
Unlike the young, who revel in the here-and-now,
And wish for rain, to splash; or snow, to sled.
 
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If you were to write a poem, a story, a paragraph, a sentence, or even a phrase about clouds, what would you say?

Wishing you the kind of week you wish for yourself, my friends.



Next week's topic will be . . . LACE . . .have fun :)