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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"
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A beautiful charming poem I especially love the last lines "touching only when all agree, in Sky's magnificent ballet."
ReplyDeleteWow! 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!
ReplyDeleteI'm so pleased you didn't write about daffodils:) Loved the rhyme. Sweet lyrical poem.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this so much. What a delightful mingle of you, Shelley and Wadsworth. So nicely done.
ReplyDeleteOh, this poem delighted me with its images, rhyme and lilt...........just loved it!
ReplyDeleteWOW! 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
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in to read mine
Much🌻love
You have given the clouds a wonderful and beautiful voice Susan! I love this!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThis begs the question is it better to float on your own free or huddle in the safety one knows? Beautifully conveyed.
ReplyDeletein clothes of sun... absolutely loved that... poor, safe, lonely cloud made of tears!
ReplyDeleteYour 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.
ReplyDeleteSuch beauty and vivid imagery, a small cloud prances proud and free to float! Well captured, Susan.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous poem, Susan. I particularly loved those last lines.
ReplyDeleteHey 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! 😎🌷
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful...
ReplyDeleteShe 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...!