Formations
each day the weather changes
clouds or sun or rain in the sky
a kalaidoscope of movements
so easy, why on earth cant I?
there's just the same old cloud
I seem to hold it by some string
it follows me like a stray puppy
in me, cumulo-nimbus is king
I'm caught in a flooded canyon
that black cloud fits like a lid
in my mind is stormy turmoil
dead list of things I never did
a life you'd describe as erratic
except for that dangling bane
zig-zags making crazy paving
doused in a cloud's cold rain
I wait for that flash of lightning
welcome glare in a dismal sky
knowing it will strike me, my
cloud soaring free from its tie
Dawn
Tue 25th May 2021 15:13
there's just the same old cloud
I seem to hold it by some string...
...I'm caught in a flooded canyon
that black cloud fits like a lid
I love this! It's more than imagery - its an experience....
I recently wrote in a piece about the the grey hanging clouds being like a prison wall closing us in trapping us - like mythical gods watching our calamity - how those grey clouds roll and move like a crowd, but there is never a break or opening - always grey....
I think your work is wonderful and brought that to life. It captured the melancholy, the regret, the weight of our memories - not always nostalgic.