Clouds Poem by Fahim Sayed
Clouds
Flying in the air
Through childhood fantasies,
Making friends with clouds
I recall those memories.
These snowy magical things,
Floating above us all
Who made them?
And how do they crawl.
I see them bringing the thunder,
I see them bring the rain,
They make an amazing sight,
Unbelievable frame
Now; I see them face to face
Tempted to hug them; an embrace,
I wish I could float with them,
Perhaps challenge them for a race.
Get them to play,
Songs of peace we’ll sing,
Hopping from one to another,
And on the smallest I’ll swing.
Pity, this experience is not possible;
without commercial aid.
I wish my body could fly;
as my imagination does.
let your imagination fly, fahim, so that we get to read such wonderful poetry always.
Clouds of beauty Breasts of Milk Greying black to shower us white cooling bulbs pillows of passion floating in the air full of life and ocean.
this reminds me of the children's book 'care bears'. lovely memories
a beautiful racing poem has some of the thunder and a beautiful rain
combining impression style and magic realism! very beautiful and simple!
body is a silly thing......your mind...your soul......can fly faster than clouds......
The same old story - we always want what we can't have. And yet, there's always hoping, right? I adored it, and could visualise every word! ! ! Great write!
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4/24/2024 7:55:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Spontaneous flow of imagination packed with perfect rhyme and rhythm. The poem has a music of its own that displays your high poetic calibre. Thank you for sharing it. CP