LITTLE CLOUDS

Looking up i see the ecstasy,
Of the little clouds floating by.
Drifting capriciously like watching,
Mad cap tattoos in the sky.

Littlest Clouds forming shaping,
In the bluest of my minds eye.
As an aircraft flies through,
Distorting the shapes I sigh.


Then out of clear blue sky,
As they start to reform.
I carefully watch and wait,
As a baby cloud is born.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-08-28 at 03:19

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poem resonates with me, Alan. I have done that too. I remember at our old house, beside a tall hill, I could watch the clouds drifting towards me and literally see them evaporating before my eyes. I assume an updraft came from the hill to make them disappear. Such is life, my friend: One minute we are drifting along in this reality, and in the next POOF we are changed. Blessings, Allen
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