Thoughts of a Cloud

It is a cloudy grey day and I felt like channeling a cloud... or maybe letting a cloud channel me...

Thoughts of a Cloud

 

I am there

in the glimmering morning

the weight of dreamless nights

burning away in the warmth

of your love

a Smokey Mountain mist.

 

Between your eye and a faint yellow glow

I live

an ever transforming landscape

floating beyond reason

until your imagination gives me form.

 

Billowing pillows of cotton like softness

sweet as cream

whipped and layered

upon the tartness of your tongue

I wait to be tasted

 

A chill pushes me upward

mushrooming thunderheads rumble

electric in proximity to you

I become a downpour

quenching a lusting thirst

 

I am still here

a grey sheeted greenhouse

humidity, glued to the tree tops

longing to ascend to the heavens

embraced in the warmth of you

 

My love for you will show

look up… look out upon the painted sky

I live in the blue eyes of a clear sky

refracted in all the colors

condensed within your dreams

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Who'd imagine that clouds could spur such passion.. this is extraordinarily alive, full of colour and motion!

This paints an incredibly vivid picture in my mind, ' .. I am still here - in a grey sheeted greenhouse humidity, - glued to the tree tops - longing to ascend to the heavens - embraced in the warmth of you'. There's a panorama, a distinct shadow, a reflection and an endless circle of metaphors thrown up and up and up ..

[David Scott]

When do you sleep? ha. Thank you for such a friendly and thoughtful review Emma. The ability to see the and experience the passion in the "little" moments of life builds a continuum of passion we can live by... beyond the more obvious and overwhelming moments. I see this in most writer's poetry as it is always evident in your writing as well. Maybe this phenomena is the greatest blessing of writing poetry?
Thank you again for stopping by.

[emmajoy]

Smiling, perhaps my British timing misleads you, David!

It's the 'little moments' that matter; for me, they're the ones that 'tickle' the senses and often stay longer than expected!

[Roland Petrov]

Adept personification, lovely imagery, and I agree with Madeline: excellent choice of words. Smokey Mountain mist; cotton like softness sweet as cream whipped and layered...; the colors condensed within your dreams. I particularly like the observation "floating beyond reason until your imagination gives me form"; reminded me of my childhood, and even now I still do it. Outstanding poem!

[David Scott]

Thank you again Roland. I too still gaze at the metamorphosis of the atmospheric vapors...

[Madeline]

This was so dreamy. The word choice was so excellent, it was soothing to read. I absolutely love, "I become a downpour/quenching a lusting thirst." It paints such a vivid picture in my mind, love it.

[David Scott]

Thank you for your comment Madeline. I was in a very visual state of mind as I write this... Cloud gazing does this to a mind. :)

[roscoe]

Your range of vocabulary is what makes this piece of writing resonate with a reader. In the body of this poem, you choose words which both hint and emulate the presence of a cloud, with perspective from above and below. While certain writers obviously have a particular handle, it could be true of a well-versed poet that they can expand on the definition or depiction of nearly anything. Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed reading this piece.

[David Scott]

Thank you for pointing out you could see from above and below the write. This was a key element in my mind as I composed the poem.
Thank you for your time and review.

[Ruth]

Good lord - this touched my senses - just beautiful! x

[David Scott]

I am so very honored for your attention Poppy. I have considered you a very well polished poet and an artist in every sense. Your compliments, especially considering the respect I have for your work, lift my spirits. Thank you very much.

[Ruth]

My pleasure hon, honestly...I am sorry I don't get to your work much...so was lovely to have time to do so today x

[Zahra]

Between your eye and a faint yellow glow
I live
an ever transforming landscape
floating beyond reason
until your imagination gives me form.

Loved this piece, beautiful imagery. Wonderfuly done

[David Scott]

Thank you for your considerate review. I enjoyed the experience of this inspiration. :)

[Kenaz]

Your poem makes me want to pluck the clouds from the sky and taste them. Alas, they sleep much too far off for my reaching. Inventive writing my friend

[David Scott]

Thank you Kenaz. I think you will find the clouds will drift down to embrace you from time to time as well. They will never stay out of reach for too long.

[just Penny]

Beautifully written with powerful images that I just had to read and re-read, I enjoyed them so much. I think this may be one of the best poems I have read today. Loved it :)

[David Scott]

Thank you Penny. Your comment was uplifting to my heart. :)

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

David you powerful writings take me to another place, another world where I'd like to stay forever. Another beautiful writing of yours penned in excellence

a fan
anne

[David Scott]

You really are being kind to me Anne. Thank you very much. :)

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Well, I just calls em' like I sees um' ;-)