#371 - a fascination of clouds

 

5.i.20

371

2.5

a fascination of clouds

for the field guide to Australian clouds

 

come in our wintering midst

when each distinct of

you tell me

 

a tilt and flourish

very roof

 

this too will pass

they edge a world for oracle

by bone and never land

 

so are collectively themselves

gold silver

these the swagger clouds

of up

 

spill and tinkle

like graffiti

and often come shadows

each othering over

 

aristophanus! skits!

an elephant of cloud remembers

but only for

SO LONG!

 

some have thought to be number

clouds won’t wash

 

see kingdomly for throne

no counting

clouds tick by

 

nothing hard about

smudge and punch a hole

they heal

our

UNDER
STANDING

 

as if evaporated

I mean had died and  

herd of cloud come

horned and cloven

 

will they protect the heavenly bodies?

 

no, never winged

toys!

and not the real thing

 

hear them

smell the clouds

take so much time

fleet

are of unknowing

 

come fly with me

a conjuring

 

so many sail of the line

great white

and think umbrella toy

 

inscrutable

o mighty

fluff

and trickle

that’s your cloud

mass noun to

 

take down stars

and think of them all on blue days

come to the end of their road

 

picnic!

even reached by rug

the table spread

inconsequent

but squeeze to slake

touch forehead too

 

and for obeissance

fold in

keep always throne in mind

 

live so mountain in the mist

bounded

in which vagaries

 

of any land

the map

the faces

 

are they for a flag?

 

a kvazaǔ

quorum at passage

let sun  

 

days lost to follow

lonely as

yet fettle fine

WORLD’S GREATEST
THESE CLOUDS

(once again made great)

 

loose lines like coasts

set drift today

 

a troupe to entertain

as if we were the weather

 

are!

 

each considered

slow majesty and portent

all

 

trick clouds that never want

but went

 

and something savage spelled out there

but only by the way

 

like take the tongue to lick then

 

tip cap

and

and tap and go

 

clouds roll in

when we’ll meet again

 

come random too

they are highly evolved

 

each named for a favourite flower

 

something of our breath in them

else how alive?

 

take steps!

 

and setting sometimes

coloured with sun

or come moon rise

no take them further

not the lightbulb but

 

summer so

beyond the rain

 

who wouldn’t want to be buried up there?

 

the clouds are on the way