Scud Poem by Oleg Vorobyov
Scud
Who's raved to tear these to shreds?
Who's catapulted these to flee?
-The leaden skies?
-The bristling climes?
-The drunken dreams?
/The riven escutcheon going piecemeal.../
Of whose unvalidated gracing
Their urge to move?
Yet, how these move,
If they're not stuff?
As made of none,
To be undone,
After their precipitous racing
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: cloud
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The force to move them is wind, perhaps, other motor. An aesthetic view to see them scour across the welkin
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