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Sunday, August 2, 2015

Cumulonimbus of the soul


Cumulonimbus of the soul 

They float as cotton candy
toys for children to shape
as they lay upon their backs
In the green grass of summer
Seeing forms configure in sun
Sometimes they pass with only
a moment of shadow falling over the
the laughter of childhood innocence–
Sometimes they darken and pour
rain upon barefoot children running


Meteorological cumulonimbus oft times
a pastime – other times a rainstorm benign
But then there is the cumulonimbus of the soul
A different breed altogether- these do not float for
Often anger is a lagging latent cloud
rising unseen –from its grave of toxic blood waste
Mercurial and unstable – activated by a simple word
or blade of veritable non-sense that
opens a vein and in an extravagant
Show of outrage - silver thunderheads
gather and chalk the landscape of the soul
from the topmost to inner core until cumulonimbus
explode into storm - pouring-pounding - on and on and on
drowning all in its wake until spent innocent wide-eyed children
peek from their hiding places and when safe
venture out again upon wet green grass
to imagine shapes in the puffs drifting
through blue skies




9 comments:

  1. What a glorious account of children's view of stormy weather and their reaction to it. A really good read. (P.S. I think you meant "Mercurial" in the text.)

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  2. I loved the evocation of childhood, and the memories you aroused. I guess all kids must do those things! And then it turned startlingly dark! You evoked those outbursts of anger very convincingly too.

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  3. Clouds are magical - it's good to lie on our backs and remind ourselves of that!

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  4. Beautiful poem coupled with such striking photos!!

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. A great poem on our inner turmoils.

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  6. Your title is so wonderful it's a "I wish I'd thought of that" idea. Cool, Pearl. I love the poem too, sky watcher that I am........I love the lines about the "laughter of childhood innocence" - which goes along with puffy perfect clouds, somehow.

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  7. Love this -- topic, content, and form!

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  8. I love to look up and watch the clouds...
    Very nice one :)

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