How many times did you look at clouds
and see heroes
or, animals
or, castles and, other marvelous hopefilled things
...
Chirping there, and there,
but never here.
Still, if I am still inside,
the snow bunting will alight on this silver bough.
...
Not born with a silver spoon in my mouth,
You did place a cultured pearl in my hands.
And so from this sweet irritation,
The good of humanity glows that much more
...
Weigh well the price of new perspectives.
They cannot be drawn without the vanishing point.
Even pain clawing in it's jealous rage
Does snarl and bite against it's pull.
...
Babes nude and baldly
Their cries crack from sleep like wind snapped twigs.
Imploring the stark sky for her
She rushes, hushes
...
Cumulus
How many times did you look at clouds
and see heroes
or, animals
or, castles and, other marvelous hopefilled things
or just wanted to float upon one?
And, when did you first think
that like watching a glass blower, these airy, emergent wishes
were not just yours but, all of ours, the same;
these pink, blue, silvery white
coulds and mights?
And, did you once ask
whether the smoke stacks made clouds as well?
and someone told you no.
And, you learned.
That.
That, is from man.
That, is the exhalation of failure.
And, the blue, blue, sky like heaven drew a little farther away.
And, later, older, you realized why cigarettes feel good but, are bad.
Cumulus, cumulative wishes.
Bits of us/dust
holding dear tears.
Cleansed bright, pure, and possible.
And, bowed to fullness
By the dimples of His hinted smile.
nice poems strong feelings well organized wish u all the luck