Clouds Poems: 90 / 500

Eastertide

Rating: 3.3

A sudden brightness. Call it day.
Rooks above the cathedral, and clouds
a thousand shades of morning grey,
while underneath: the coiling crowds
bear their pastries and precious fruit.
The cobble-stones shimmer in the rain
as ‘glory, glory’ the bells bruit
past the sinners along the lane.

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Margaret O Driscoll 21 February 2016

Great imagery in this piece, the blessings of Easter fare

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Fred Babbin 24 December 2007

Obviously very professional. Thank you for joining the web site.

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Michael Shepherd 22 September 2004

When the reader is so totally 'there' with a poet, heart, mind, and bodily memories, so that no 'critical' assessment or comparison is valid (as at the moment of an experience being experienced) - is that not the highest poetry?

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