Sandra Feldman


The Way Of Clouds - Poem by Sandra Feldman

Clouds are weird formations,
That stir imaginations,
Sometimes like cities in the Sky,
They just float by,
Other times from white to gray,
They let the Tempest, rain away,
Always entertaining,
Never dull, never returning,
In same shape or form,
For the Way of Clouds,
There is no norm.

Topic(s) of this poem: imagination


Comments about The Way Of Clouds by Sandra Feldman

  • Eugene Levich (9/3/2015 2:51:00 PM)


    Lovely, imaginative, and quintessentially Sandra! (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (9/2/2015 11:38:00 PM)


    I will never tire of staring at clouds. Simply lovely, Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (9/2/2015 8:13:00 PM)


    The clouds stir our imagination.From a small child to big philosophers, scientists, writers, poets to all common people clouds have been center of imagination and inspiration to many new creations.Like our imagination, that can be absurd and can change at any time and take any form from fantastic to horrible clouds too have no particular shape.Here in India we are having rainy season and see lot of clouds in the sky.Thanks for sharing the beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Bhargabi Dei Mahakul (9/2/2015 7:56:00 PM)


    For the way of clouds there is no norm. Wonderful sharing really....10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 2, 2015



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