Clouds

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Funny is the clouds that linger on the horizon, basking in the last told light of day. 

 Funny is the light that clings to the sky as the moon wakes up to light up the way to fallen creatures. 

Funny is the moonlight that asks to be noticed by those who can't sleep. Wake up. 

Wake up to see the glorious light the moon gives off. See those who only share their stories at night. 

Funny is the life which brings fourth the light to be seen on those around you. 

Reviews

[willweb]

I have always had a fond admiration for clouds and how they appear in the sky. Each part of the day is different and like your poem refers to I believe, the clouds at twilight are the most beautiful as for color and shading. Though, the middle of the day fluffy white clouds on a bright blue sky are the best for finding shapes and characters floating above. I know I have written many a poem about cloud gazing. Your poem was really nice, I like how it is laid out and the pictures it paints in one's mind.

[Ribs]

This is lovely! Just as the moon reflects the light of the sun, we reflect the light (hopes, fears, traits) of the people we choose to surround ourselves with. It takes a unique kind of strength to know that you are an individual, and also made up of pieces of everyone you have ever met at the same time. The two are not mutually exclusive even if it sometimes feels like a loss of identity or complete isolation. Thank you for sharing!

-Ribs

[Angelove]

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on the piece! I truly appreciate it!

[Green]

I like the progression you can feel (I would say see as well, but feel is the predominant sense that comes to mind here) throughout this. There is something almost magical in the passing of a day into night and then watching as the night deepens. You've captured it here, and it's something I find myself reading over and over again.

[Angelove]

Thank you for the kind words! My heart beats with joy knowing you've enjoyed this as much as you have! Thank you again

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I admire the heart of this poem that speaks to a world that exists in the dark of night. There is beauty and nature that lives in the dark hours. Thank you for sharing your thoughtful poem with us.

[Angelove]

Thank you!