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CLOUDS.
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NATURE I've watched the clouds go floating by
On many evenings past
And often thought they mirrored life,
Days drifting by so fast.
Sometimes the heaven's clear of cloud...
That's contentment's happy haze.
And when the angry sky groans loud
It paints the wretched days.
Times overcast and lowering,
Clouds blanketing the sun,
Reflect depressions glowering
And emotions dismal, glum.
The little fluffy drifting ones,
Like wads of cottonwool,
Are normal days when life's hum-drum,
With mundane pleasures full.
When sunset tints the billowed sky
A tumbling, rose cascade
Tis treasured days which softly lie
In memory's sunlit glade.
My mind strayed from your poem and focused in on the clouds. I found myself daydreaming about using the clouds as my bed or trampoline and what not. It was quite funny. ;o)
An enchanting metaphoric piece
woven with natural images of
the beautiful!
Ugonna
I liked the way you described different types of cloudy (or cloudless) days.
A very nice, easy read.
Kim
I like this poem Eunice. Beautiful description of the clouds.
You had painted a beautiful horizon here. I love clouds too. ^_^