Clouds and rain and poets and all things good

Whimsical about me the poet writing

Clouds and rain and poets flight

The cloud it sat so proudly grey
Just like a roof upon the mountains frey
On that early august winters day
But no rain had fallen yet this day

Our minds had flown back in time
Like kids visiting some old much loved nursery rhyme
The pages words and drawings there
had stuck in our minds distinctly raw and bare
Like twigs and branches intertwined
Along that hill that jack and Jill once climbed

What is real and yet to come
And what has gone best left alone even if yet undone
Somehow I try to make sense of this
An earth shattering idea a moments bliss

I take to pen. And paper now
And try to write of what I think somehow
It. Turns out that what I started off to
write
Is just some silly nonsense from my dead of night

So I will file this one away
And perhaps finish in some other light of day
But if I never do I will know it's there
A well kept secret hidden over yonder there
Under sunny window pane on some dusty old wooden chair


Just begging me to finish rhyme and reason
before the page tinges mellow yellow with each new season
in some inevitable age of some future story upon that page
That sits patiently neatly folded
Tied up with ribbon
And beckons me day and night
Come finish that great story in
Your darkest night

So I sit upon that chair in moonlight glow
And think of all my troubles now
It's time to. Sleep
Better still
To gently weep

Let me be at peace with moon and
And unicorns and Sun
And stars shone Bright
Upon this silly poet of my darkest night

I will write a strange sonnet of mystery bird in flight
Or of some kindred spirit and her dog she tends
Or maybe write of how your compelling life
Or of his love for her grew wild
And so. He fathered yet another child
The possibilities are there for you to see
I love imagination that's my one surety in life
Says who ?
You ask
Said me

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

an old one from 2017, just going through and printing some poems

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

I like that you explain, motive and intent, in your profile. I also, seldom edit. Well that isn't quite accurate. Edit as it flows, swapping repeating words or phrases with other words that mean the same and fit the flow or rhyme, and then, add punctuation after.

I enjoyed the "Telling" here, as in oratations round the campfire. The teachers and critiquers say, "Show not Tell." Well, how many have stood before the gathering and opened their mind to birth a foundling from the ether? Improvisation seems a lost art. You are adept and enchanting at this art. Much appreciated.

[Carol Cashes]

"...Turns out that what I started off to
write
Is just some silly nonsense from my dead of night"

Too many times to count! But going back, with more life "under your belt" so to speak, is all the piece needed to be complete. Well done.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks for review can you explain it please

[Carol Cashes]

Start to write, sounds/reads like nonsense, put it aside, it calls to be finished before the paper is too old to write on and the finished piece isn't so nonsensical anymore...

[Seeker]

You sure gave free reign to your imagination as you state at the end. The blending of sadness and joy in your poem is simply awesome. Great read!

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks so much for your review

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Thanks coyote and David for taking the time to read. And review

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved and I understood this poem.
"Let me be at peace with moon and
And unicorns and Sun
And stars shone Bright
Upon this silly poet of my darkest night "
I have did the above lines often in my life. Good to dance and sing to the stars and the moon. Happy and sad song. The moon will smile or cry with you. Thank you Julie for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[wordman]

a wonderful trip through your mind

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks so much I'll read yours soon

[wordman]

my pleasure