Wisps on the Wind
Floating, fleeting
Softly shape-shifting,
Cottonballs carried
Gently, gracefully
By brisk breezes.
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A striking metaphor ' cottonballs' for clouds. It takes me back to learning the various types of clouds-cumulus, nimbus, stratus-at high school. Clouds fascinate me, like your poem.
They've always fascinated me, too. Don't forget about the cirrus ones. And cumulonimbus. I remember the very first time I ever flew in a jet. I felt as though I was floating along on puffs of cotton! Thanks, Michael.
a beautiful thought and explanation of seen thru the eyes of a poet
Thanks, Lamar, I love it when consonants repeat! (But you have to be careful when reading it aloud - - You can become tongue-tied- - The old 'She sells sea-shells' effect! : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the alliteration