pull clouds

pull clouds

A Poem by emmajoygreen

they sit on peaks, planets apart
pale sun, paling moon - alone,
oil in shadows, tides eddying 

she creviced, he - meandering time 
their calls echoing tarns to thoughts
dipped in melting ice

comes time when chimneys singe
the sky, tug loose clouds from their
moorings, tsunami threatening

eagles toss their heads, loath to
offer even thermal disposition -
Man needs see his downward slope

from the top of nowhere noble - 
learn to look up to what is was
unknown, yet wholly essential  

© 2024 emmajoygreen


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A wonderful poem written dear Emma. I love to watch the clouds. I go to Lake St. Clair at dusk. The clouds create a masterpiece in the sky when the sun passes the moon. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

emmajoygreen

6 Months Ago

There should be a plaque set up in the sky, don't you think, John - one that says, 'All clouds are .. read more



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A wonderful poem written dear Emma. I love to watch the clouds. I go to Lake St. Clair at dusk. The clouds create a masterpiece in the sky when the sun passes the moon. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

emmajoygreen

6 Months Ago

There should be a plaque set up in the sky, don't you think, John - one that says, 'All clouds are .. read more
Tremendous beauty in this landscape you paint.

Posted 6 Months Ago


emmajoygreen

1 Month Ago

Thandk you Thomas for such a subtle and kind review. Sincere apologies for my very late reaction..
Clouds.. I wonder sometimes, what it'd be like.. Up there, just drifting whichever direction.. Around the world..
Without any one specific destinations, but on a long journey instead..

Sometimes I picture this planet as a snow globe of sorts, and the sky is that glass dome.. Now, the question remains who put us here and why.

Nicely written.

Posted 1 Year Ago


emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

Sometimes I wonder the same -'who put us here and why' Then, decide to accept what- or whoever
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Dennis Wolf

1 Year Ago

Well, yes, life is too short -and hence too precious-- to waste on regrets and fueling hate and the .. read more


In an increasingly tense world fearful of so many anticipated expectations, you describe a fascinating pastime & one from time to time, I truly share.

Posted 1 Year Ago


emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

Many thanks for your review, Neville, we all need time to think and feel these days: each being a n.. read more
emmajoygreen

1 Month Ago

This has suddenly re-arrived, in fact something has happened to the spread of my different usages - .. read more
clouds - handiwork of the master carpenter. where would we be without them - from pillow soft to angry storm and everything in between. been doing a fair amount of cloud watching recently as we passed through a rainy month of april. one need not look any further than nature to find a divine, guiding hand - it speaks to us only in truth as your sailing words aloft tenderly remind. holy indeed ... :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

I love to watch clouds, am known to stop my car in strange (but safe) places to watch them changing .. read more
Dear Emma, you truly see things and can write them ever so beautifully and wisely. Your poetry not only touches but flows deep into hearts. Your last line brilliant as is your poem. ‘learn to look up to what is was unknown yet .. holy essential’ there is tremendous hope in that line. Outstanding write dear friend.

Posted 1 Year Ago


emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

Sometimes i think a lot, other times I just think. Words turn up and end somehow make some sense o.. read more
the title alone inspires and pulls me in ... your metaphors and imaging are killer says i! powerful social commentary on a land in shadow .. pale sun and paling moon ... we sit apart by miles ... truths blare even through all the hype and rhetoric and haze meant to obscure the sight .. one hardly dares to mention holiness it seems .. much sadness in this one but these lines:
"she creviced, he - meandering time
their calls echo tarns to tremble" are my favorites ... there is a wholeness to be had .. thanks for sharing Ms. Emma
E.

Posted 1 Year Ago


emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

Whilst there are some who think of my writing as being anything but holy... i truly do fine there is.. read more
" chimneys singe the sky" a brilliant line! All people have highs and lows....both in attitude and in morality. Believing in a higher power does help some deal with it all. Emma, this is so lovely. Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago


emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

Smiling a thank you, Lydi.. welcoming your kind words.. and more. Take care.. keep safe. Please
dearest Em.. your poetry always has me where Eagles nest and we gather a perspective that raises our expectations. We have Eagles by our Rappahannock River that flows through our City in Fredericksburg, Virginia, USA. Be blessed this Mothers Day… remembering ❤️ Love and Caring. gently, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

Many thanks for looking in, Pat, your words always smile me happy! Wishing you a wonderful Mother'.. read more
Patricia Wedel

1 Month Ago

dear Emma.. now it is nearing 2025... and Eagles still fly ... we come together over Oceans of Blue... read more
You have a wonderful way of bringing attention to important subjects be they happy or sad with such eloquence. Your poetry is like artwork on canvas, full of life and color to bring your point home. I felt quite emotional as I read it as well. Man vs nature and what have we done but slowly bring about its destruction until it is too late. Simply astounding this write is Emma!

Posted 1 Year Ago


emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

Dara, many, many thanks for such a generous and beautiful review. (Dear lady)

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Added on May 7, 2023
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emmajoygreen
emmajoygreen

Dorchester, Dorset, United Kingdom



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Ghibran, ' To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.' Am more a short story writer than poet. Inspiration welcome. A keen gardener. Love theatre, cinema, the Arts. .. more..

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