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Lexington Poetry Month
head in
15Jun2017
article by
Catherine Perkins
Poem
6

 
clouds
not square not triangles,
not solid, can’t be trapped
in the palm of a hand
clouds
transform
change with each puff
rotation temperature
clouds
sail, float, fly fast
across an expanse
of see through curtains
of breaths
clouds
are paintings
like etchings
made of sand
by tides and laps
clouds
like the sins of man
morph, ever present
clouds
are plays
that tell stories
to the eyes that see
the creative productions
clouds
are were my proud head
turns to stare and dream
clouds
are my poems beginnings.  


6 responses to “head in”

  1. Rae Cobbs says:

    Energetic, stirring!

  2. Melva Sue Priddy says:

    I agree with Rae.

  3. Jim Lally says:

    your poem makes me hope for a partly cloudy day when i see the individuals…
    “clouds/like the sins of man/morph, ever present”…umm,good

  4. Kathleen Gregg says:

    “across an expanse/of see through curtains” love that little surprise play on words! Very lyrical, and don’t we all stare at clouds and dream. A poem is just a wonderful outcome!

  5. “plays that tell stories. . .”

    Cloud tales free the inhibition, they will take you anywhere and you captured this as masterfully as a sea captain tames the waves.

    Loved it.

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