Luster lost
cumulus ruptures
ice-white spikes the eye.
a periwinkle-fringed backdrop
ambles above
a veridian tapestry,
dotted with blossom-spots
and lollipop trees.
cumulus broods
leadened mushrooms writhe
petulant slated billows
charge above
shifting obscurity,
moth-eaten windows
showing the luster lost.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sun 13th Feb 2011 12:48
Kath, this is a lovely description of breaking clouds, full of imaginative adjectives making common images freshly original. Apart from the obviously visual, I presume this poem can be applied metaphorically to just about any situation in life. I think good poetry is just the first turn of the spade in an endless hole.