I am playing around with a blog I wrote a short while back. No-one appears to have seen it so I am changing the title and photo and see if this makes a difference. The text and poem remains unchanged. It would be good to get some feedback and to hear from others their own experiences of what draws people to read their blog.
Prompted by a friend to write a poem on clouds, I reflected on what they mean to me. It’s fascinating how thinking about something like this can evoke memories from the past.
I recall when I was at school we had acres of lush green grass, tiered with slopes that we could roly poly down. The clouds made me think of when I would lay flat on my back on the grass gazing up at the blue sky and fluffy white clouds on a beautiful summer’s day.
I also remember how I enjoyed flying above the clouds for the first time when I was a teenager, looking down on them and seeing fairytale mountains.
The following are the words that have spontaneously come to me.
Stretched out on the emerald pillow
The light sapphire canvas blotched with stately mounds
Wishing I was up amongst the clouds
Gliding serenely o’er the world
Zooming beyond the realms of living land
The magical marshmallow mountains
Bestow a safe haven in my mind
Clouds are forever there, bumbling along
Swept by the whipping winds of fury
Today their blackened stains threaten
As the wands of wetness streak down
A passing theme in our lives
A cloudless sky perfection seems
Yet without clouds, life would pass us by
Thank you for reading. I welcome any comments you may have.