27 February 2019

Happy as a Cloud, after Wordsworth* and Shelley**

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How lonely can a small cloud be 
who floats above the land all day?
She prances proud in clothes of sun.
She's free to float and race and play.

Daughter of the Earth and Water, 
and favorite nursling of the Sky,**
she holds tear drops from the sea, 
and hangs with friends until she's dry.

She can see more than all the trees 
and absorb colors as she wills.
She is opaque as she pleases 
until transparent after spills.

How lonely can a lone cloud stay, 
hugged by family all through the night?
Maybe she longs to steal away 
in attempts to see her own light.

Or does she know it's much better 
to have the wealth of Nature’s arms?
Why not be content with fetters 
that charm rather than cause her harm?

Neither scared nor lonely can she
be, floating up there night and day,
touching only when all agree
in Sky's magnificent ballet.



*William Wordsworth, "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
**Percy Byssche Shelley, "The Cloud"


For Sumana's Prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Cloud



My blog poems are rough drafts.
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© 2019 Susan L. Chast


15 comments:

Marja said...

A beautiful charming poem I especially love the last lines "touching only when all agree, in Sky's magnificent ballet."

Sumana Roy said...

Wow! Wow! Love how Shelley's & Wordsworth's cloud mingled with yours. "Maybe she longs to steal away / in attempts to see her own light." How wonderful!

rallentanda said...

I'm so pleased you didn't write about daffodils:) Loved the rhyme. Sweet lyrical poem.

Myrna R. said...

I enjoyed reading this so much. What a delightful mingle of you, Shelley and Wadsworth. So nicely done.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, this poem delighted me with its images, rhyme and lilt...........just loved it!

Gillena Cox said...

WOW! this is a gorgeous poem, each verse charming me a little more that the previous. Its one of those read overs for the sheer delight of it

Thanks for dropping in to read mine

Much🌻love

Carrie Van Horn said...

You have given the clouds a wonderful and beautiful voice Susan! I love this!

Old Egg said...

I normally read poems out loud and see how I feel afterwards. It felt so sad when I did and I don't know why! I do tend to watch clouds a lot and am amazed at what a ballet they perform as they drift across the sky.

Truedessa said...

This begs the question is it better to float on your own free or huddle in the safety one knows? Beautifully conveyed.

Thotpurge said...

in clothes of sun... absolutely loved that... poor, safe, lonely cloud made of tears!

Magaly Guerrero said...

Your poem brings to mind a quote from Snuff, by Terry Pratchett, "…it is generally agreed that water has memory. It knew the score: you evaporated, you floated around in a cloud until somebody organized everybody, and then you all fell down as rain." And how powerful that rain can be, when a cloud is not alone. Then again, like your poem suggests near the end, there is company that makes alone a very attractive prospect. Still, may every cloud find a tribe to dance with.

Khaya Ronkainen said...

Such beauty and vivid imagery, a small cloud prances proud and free to float! Well captured, Susan.

purplepeninportland.com said...

Gorgeous poem, Susan. I particularly loved those last lines.

Carrie Van Horn said...

Hey Susan 😎 i came back over to answer your question on my blog about the saying at the top.it has been there since the first year or so. I think the thought of clouds made it pop out this time. If you are like me i can go by something 1 hundred times and then on the next pass by i will be like "i never noticed that place,did they just open up?" Nope been there the whole time. It is the poet in us i think. Our minds have lots of tbings rolling around. Thanks for the sweet words on my post Susan, and i would love to write a poem about you and so many other wondetful poets in the blogosphere! 😎🌷

Sreeja said...

This is so beautiful...


She prances proud in clothes of sun.
She's free to float and race and play.

she holds tear drops from the sea,
and hangs with friends until she's dry.

These lines touched me so much...!