pull clouds

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  

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[emmajoygreen]

There should be a plaque set up in the sky, don't you think, John - one that says, 'All clouds are there for the pleasure of both wandering and static adventurers.. see what you can, whilst you can.' As always, many thanks, for your outstanding kindness.

[Vol]

Emma!
Poetry is at its core a judgement. Dorothy Parker always judges herself, T.S. Eliot judges the spirit, D.H. Lawrence judges our morality, it is in the very soul of any true poet to point out the broken glass in the path we walk, laid down by ourselves. It is the poets who show us how to look downslope "from nowhere noble."
Our "holy essential'" is the need to point the finger, everyone else's to read and weep. And you have said it the way a flower would, with beauty and grace. Thanks for the insight, Milady.

[emmajoygreen]

Vol, what you've added to my thoughtse not only echoes mine but.. enhances them. Many thank yous, sir. Smiles to you both - and your world.

[Lorry]

I would not only love to see through your eyes, but put what you see into words too, that you do so so effortlessly, like you are just writing out the ingredients in the recipe you see in front of you.
Never missing an ingredient and never too much either.
If poetry ever meets bake off, you shall be it's first contestant!

[emmajoygreen]

I think I'm a far better cook than a poet to be honest, Lorry, but your words are so very kind, thank you muchly. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I remember an Elton John song...with lyrics, "and the Eagle still flew in the sky, hearts filled with national pride"
but where is it now...the eagles are even disgusted with what they see below them. Nothing noble, our values have fallen from Aerie----been grounded....and will be drowned by the tsunami of hate rolling over it.
there is such beauty in this description that it almost supplants the sadness of theme.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Your words, a review, have really touched me, jacob. Your views on life, its changes, its beauty and far, far more , has always impressed me. You life has taught you how.. .. to be.

[willweb]

I sit here reading and imagine your imagination, your thought process and your facial expressions as you write. As an artist might stare intently at the canvas, I picture you as focused and creative gazing upon the screen on which you create. It is amazing to me and I just adore the visions your poetry paint. The clouds, being fed by smoke rising from winter chimneys only to get their fill and move on, the mountaintops, are they still there when obscured by a white hazy mist? The day to night to day, the breeze softly relocating the clouds and the clouds, the stars of the poem...white, fluffy, beautiful, as is your piece today.

[emmajoygreen]

Your review is poetry in itself, willweb, truly is. The way in which you understand is near enough miuraculoius.. so many think my I thinking is obscure or strangely odd. Seems i can make sense occasionally! :)

[AYVID N]

The pale sun and the paling moon, now sitting planets apart seem to have lost anything they could have once shared. They seemed in desperate need of communication and warmth yet nothing in their cold universe promises it.
It certainly felt like a downward slope of a relationship and yet it felt wonderful to acknowledge the unknown. I loved it and was touched by the hope, these words brought me, inspite of the sadness.

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks, Divya - and more. Yes, this post is sad but not of my making. So much alters, things outside our control.. and, at times, is like living amonst a horde ofgalloping horses making for.. freedom. Does that make sense, think it will - to you. x,

[AYVID N]

Yes indeed, it does. Life is so much about things beyond our control. You're most welcome, dear Emmajoy.

[emmajoygreen]

Sending a :) or two!

[Ken Simm.]

I truly think this is one of the most beautiful poems on this site. It brought a lump to my throat and a tear to my eye. Your use of descriptive words here is simply extraordinary.

[emmajoygreen]

Tear in ny eye too, Ken. Your words are more than a review., Thank you isn't could never be enough..