A Cloud Is Free and So Flies Away

A cloud is free and so flies away

as a white sail upon the ocean,

bright with the light of a sunny ray

with its gossamer wings in motion.

 

It is like a kiss blown to the wind

between two lovers that must depart

or the quiet presence of a friend

whose smile brings happiness to your heart.

 

It is like a veil that drifts afloat

the sky-swirled face of a blushing bride

whose kisses rain from her azure throat

to Smith Mountain Lake and ocean tide.

 

It glides along a wingspan of light

like the pen of a dreaming poet

whose shower of smiles imbibes delight

when the world cries but does not know it.

 

A metamorphosing sight unfurled -

a sea-washed spirit when wild winds blow -

it transmigrates the top of the world -

a freelance flyer with miles to go.

 

A dove on the shoulder of the sky,

she folds the world beneath peaceful wing

as church bells echo and street lamps sigh

invoking a song of gathering.

 

I smile to myself at thought and scene.

Afternoon tea is a sweet bouquet.

As I wait for spring and shades of green,

a cloud is free and so flies away.

Reviews

[E. A. Fielder]

This reminded me a little of Emily Dickinson. Very well written.
"A metamorphosing sight unfurled -

a sea-washed spirit when wild winds blow -

it transmigrates the top of the world -

a freelance flyer with miles to go."

[Luke Masters]

Beautiful, lovely... nice.

[Forest Green]

Positioning each word where it is happiest, your rhyme is unforced, your imagery perfectly balanced. One rhythm, rhyme, meter, fluid throughout, making your subject supremely revealing and delicate.

[Glenn Davis]

A classic poem. Very much like something i would imagine seeing printed on a plaque or decorative plate in someone's home. Really nice work. You don't see many poems as tight as this one in meter and rhyme anymore.

[Wolfe Greytome]

this is a beautifully written piece.

[Pax Analog]

Your rapturous cloud is imbued with the spirit of a guardian angel inamorata.

"the sky-swirled face of a blushing bride/whose kisses rain from her azure throat"

"A dove on the shoulder of the sky,/she folds the world beneath peaceful wing"

And yet the emphasis on the cloud's freedom evokes a subtle bodied spiritual liberation. Protection, desire, liberation. Care, ardor, transcendence.

Your cloud is the spirit of whole Love in the sky of clear Mind, summing up free individuality, friendly warmth, compassionate embrace, erotic romance in a singular wonderment of atmospheric grace.

Delicate, recurrent, transcendent, blissful.

Your quatrains are sublime, an exquisite contemplation.

[David Lewis Paget]

Rather a pleasant scene evoked her, this wandering cloud and its imagined journey. There are a couple of flaws in the metre which threw me - 'upon' the ocean' in the first verse, which I would be more comfortable with 'on'. The 'but does not know it' in v4 would be better with the contracted 'doesn't'. I love the imagery of the penultimate verse, 'as church bells echo and street lamps sigh, invoking a song of gathering.' I also think inserting 'the' into 'As I wait for spring and (the) shades of green' would improve the flow. Nice one.

[Rain Kissed Secret]

Kudos. That's all i've got to say.
Adieu

[Gregory H.]

Bravo, this is the poetry that I like to read, however something was off about it, I can't figure out what it was but nice job...

[Nicole]

OMG, reading this made me smile so hard. hahaha.
I loved this poem so much.
I've always had an idea... kinda like this.
But never posted it. Reading this made me happy.
And now, when I look at the sky. I'm gonna smile.
(Not that I don't, I'm just gonna smile harder.) LOL.