A Cloud Portrait Poem by Sandra Fowler
A Cloud Portrait
Arms hold the soundless music of the sky.
The lyricism of the soul burns high.
Brief poems dance with distance against space,
Snow interlocks the landscape into place.
I look at you through bare bones of old trees,
Invoke the magic of simplicity.
You write me verses while the moments fall.
White notes that never can my tears annul.
Best that emotions not be said aloud.
You paint our picture on a passing cloud,
Which, like a child, I try to memorize,
Before it fades like winter from my eyes.
where did you take me? ? ..how did you do that sandra? ? ..a lovely travel in your words..thanks :) tom
a souls lyric to the soundless music.... amazing words...a lovely write again
Sandra, Another beautiful piece for all of us to cherish! 10++++ -Raj Nandy
'Before it fades like winter from my eyes.'..cloud fades, .very nice picture in your imagination..naizz
A wonderful sketch dear Sandra... just fabulous.5 stars! !
Old trees! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Good morning Sandra, a beautiful personification of nature and beautiful wordings, I enjoyed, Loyd
Oh Sandra, your poetry evokes such emotion. Bittersweet this one but nevertheless oh-so-beautiful. HG: -)
This is beautiful Sandra, your personification of nature is second to none. Your words not only paint pictures but they create music too...this is one to savour...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/29/2023 5:15:44 PM # 1.0.0.1115
Isn't it a great idea to paint on the clouds that slide across the sky taking the painting around the world. wonderful.