RoseAnn V. Shawiak Clouds Poems

Many memories shine through the clouds of grief,
leading to recovery one day in the future.

For now, crying, sorrow, pain, are all culminating
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Watching waves roll over, up and then crashing on shore,
while above in the sky, clouds are doing the same thing,
only in a slow and silent way.
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Climbing and crossing desert mountain
terrain beneath black and gray storm
clouds.
Waiting to prey upon unsuspecting
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Sun shining in spite of cumulus clouds
trying to shut it out.
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Rain clouds looking down at me, beckoning literally
to be written into a poem for all to read.
Touching earth ever so lightly, kissing it, wondering
with enlightened spirits how people can stand to be
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Peacefully picturing clouds in skyways of imagination,
attempting to make myriad decisions on how to occupy
interior photos that never die down or disappear.
Delivering exceptional issues of personality onto piers
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Coming down, touching now, tops of clouds.
Scraping our jet's belly quickly over them
gliding along currents of atmospheric
pressure
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Lines of progress crossing out the sky filled
with clouds, betraying nature's beauty with untold
ugliness of man.
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Gray and white storm clouds passing overhead,
looking for a dry space to pour their waters
in.
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Living in the excitement of a melody of the past,
now taking this mind into new horizons where very
few people can go.
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Rising clouds of hope scanning earth,
searching for a place to reside.
Floating towards destinies already
spoken for, on breezes of fate,
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Black clouds lacily wrapping a light blue sky in a
gentle embrace.
Holding on, covering the desert and it's mountains
with a covetous glance.
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Steadily listening to measures of beyond, tabulating their
existence in notes and rests.

Ready at a moment's notice to attend to scores of musical
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Soaring over rainbows, dipping into colorful clouds
of life as peaceful feelings cover my soul.
Waltzing through atmospheres of lively anticipation,
awaiting melodies from distant plains, adjusting
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Cloud formations flowing across the sky, black, gray
and white, sun being hidden behind them, doing it's
best to push it's way through.
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Watching storm clouds rain down upon earth, wetting the
ground and everything on it's surface.

Loving to see the dry desert dirt turn into precious
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Looking to heaven, seeing white clouds of prayer
scattered across the sky.

Floating across the universe, always looking down,
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Wind blowing my hair wildly, clouds black and menacing,
approaching from the south.

Whiling away the moments until rain starts pouring down
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Rain trickling through thoughts as they flow like clouds through
this silent mind, retrieving yesterday's in patterns and their
years on earth.
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Soothing, calming, softly, whispers speak of things
beyond life, leaving them quietly lying in intellect
where they're being interpreted and left in one poem
after another.
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Colors running through the clouds of destiny,
looking for their beginnings, set in precious
gems.
Reflecting mirror-like illusions of indefinite
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Clouds forming in my mind, reaching a clarity never
seen before on mountainous sides.
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Reaching out in imagination,
grasping clouds looking like
icing for a birthday cake.
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Clouds pasted whitely across Arizona skies, dropping
rain off and on in no particular areas.

Whispering accolades throughout the atmosphere,
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Climbing interior mountains, getting closer to clouds in
the sky, wanting to reach out and grasp them like cotton
candy for this soul.
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Touching down upon clouds of silence, this mind takes on life,
taking away turmoil and strife in order to write poetry and
prose all the time.
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Shaking up rhythms like lightening striking hearts of love,
ablaze with fireworks of color and sounds, drifting with
clouds above.
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Soaring across the sky, walking silently on clouds, white and
fluffy in imagination, finding a child-like wonder abounding
in images while enjoying this innocent pure idea of life.
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Riding rhythms to and fro, looking into atmospheres of
beauty, traveling upon their landscapes, mind in clouds
of imagination.
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Looking out and up into the sky, I try to follow white
clouds with my eyes.
Watching as they billow out in all directions, sliding
quickly past each other's eye.
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Perfect storm clouds gathering together, appearing calm and quiet.
Yet we know the tumultuous fervor it will hit earth with it's
winds, rain and hail.
All in a tiny moment's force as we watch earth get drenched in a
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Quiet character of clouds slowly drifting above earth,
floating to their own land in laid-back musical scores.
Sending soothing thoughts of peace and serenity through-
out the world to whomever is observant enough.
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Clouds smiling whitely down on us,
striking poses, modeling their
beautiful tresses, as they soar
across borders of our desert.
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Clouds gathered together, closely,
right outside an elongated window,
looking in at what we're doing.
Happily, sitting in the sky,
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Wanting to travel across continents with an expectant
interest in countries being seen for the first time.
Existing landscapes showing off their splendor in
pictures of God's natural ways.
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Clouds of fog gather and crawl around the mountains,
as the sun shines.
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Piling clouds atop each other, the wind blows
teasingly in their faces and hair.
Sending them flying across the countryside,
laughing in glee as they change shape while
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Clouds stretching across a blue sky,
trying to cover it without success
on one side of me.
Yet, on the other side, there's not
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Lengthening shadows hiding me behind death's near doors,
letting me slowly disperse and disappear beyond life and
its unsound reality.
Taking with me, all senses, picturesque and photographic
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Rain slipping through the atmosphere with no interference.
Falling wetly on whatever is beneath their saddened teardrops.
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Low sounds issuing forth in time with a jumping, rocking rhythm.
Soaring into the atmosphere, nothing holding me to earthly boundaries and limits.
Feeling the intense freedom under me, taking off and landing on clouds as they swiftly fly by.
Soaking my being with effervescent beauty, bringing wisdom to fruition with every note being played through imagination's intellect.
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Clouds spread lazily in a corner of the sky, awaiting a gust of wind or some silent movement of the atmosphere.
Suddenly, a jet comes streaking hundreds of miles an hour, hooking onto the edge of this cloud's skirt and spewing out a streak of white, matching it color for color.
Shooting out, taking the cloud seemingly with it into blue skies farther on.
Then, letting it go and flying into an invisible atmosphere.
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Clouds hanging like curtains over desert
mountains, white, puffy, beautiful.
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Pining for a walkway to the clouds above, hoping to establish a foothold beyond earth's atmosphere.
Lovingly looking at beautiful cumulus clouds, wanting to reach up and touch them with all my senses.
Curious, I wonder if they have aromas, textures, or if they might taste good besides.
Clouds always touching my mind, why can't I touch them?
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Crossing ivories with talented precision, taking off to another dimension for creative intuition to become itself in being.
Writing on clouds of inspiration as thought melds with subconscious ideas, making images appear interiorly with spiritual vitality.
Critically adjusting attitudes throughout myriads of experiences on horizons of everlasting piety and soulful prayer.
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Clouds forming across my mind -
some black as coal, others as white as snow.
What brings them into this state of mind today -
where can they fit in?
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Tomorrow shines beneath clouds of today's destiny,
flowing over eternal wisdom, delivering many facets
of life through ages.
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