A Cloud Portrait Poem by Sandra Fowler

A Cloud Portrait

Rating: 3.7

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.

Siddharth Singh 09 August 2009

Isn't it a great idea to paint on the clouds that slide across the sky taking the painting around the world. wonderful.

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Marilyn Lott 14 August 2009

Another amazing journey nestled within your delightful words. Loved it, Sandra! '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn

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Indira Babbellapati 08 September 2009

'You paint our picture on a passing cloud, ' the imagery stilled me on my tracks!

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Sally Plumb Plumb 05 October 2009

enjoyed this... especially the last line

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Eyan Desir 25 November 2009

This is poetry.....good job

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Edward Kofi Louis 04 April 2016

Old trees! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Loyd C Taylor Sr 19 May 2014

Good morning Sandra, a beautiful personification of nature and beautiful wordings, I enjoyed, Loyd

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Original Unknown Girl 26 November 2013

Oh Sandra, your poetry evokes such emotion. Bittersweet this one but nevertheless oh-so-beautiful. HG: -)

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Iris Blue 18 November 2013

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...

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John Oconnell 12 August 2010

Breathtaking in its diction and content.10

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Sandra Fowler

W. Columbia, WV, USA
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