Sunday, March 15, 2015

THE CLOUD THAT FELL




I love to look at clouds, puffy surreal paintings of faces, animals, monsters shape-shifting at their discretion, teasing my mind.

I once saw a cloud fall.  First it hovered close, then stretched itself down to touch the earth.  Slowly, the patient lover, as if touching a beloved precious jewel, caressed a patch of desert sand mottled by thorny prickly greens. I think the cloud had dreamed of this while staring down at the different shapes of land, the way I dream of me wallowing in the coziness permitted only when you're cuddled in a bed of clouds.  

The sun, moon, wind, and stars conspired gladly to realize the cloud's dream before it became rain or morning dew.  I understood the happiness of that unique cloud when it let itself fall down to feel the ground.  But I don't mind that I'll never snuggle on cozy clouds.  It's just fun to dream. Awake, I'm free to touch this earth, love it, kiss it if I want, then look up and see the envy of the sky.


(For Poets United.
     

20 comments:

  1. So lovely prose poetry.. the dream of that clouds reaching down to kiss the soil.. I have easily dreamed to touch the clouds, what a beautiful meeting we could have.

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  2. A cloud that falls and envelopes you - what I lovely poetic idea Myrna. Enjoyed this very much... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  3. I enjoyed your reflection here, Myrna! I like the idea of being cuddled in a bed of clouds!

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  4. the prose poem has the flavor of an enchanting fairy tale...beautifully written Myrna...

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  5. How very beautiful.
    And who of us has not dreamed of snuggling into the clouds...

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  6. Well I absolutely adore this, Myrna........WONDERFUL to watch a cloud gently fall..........your poetic prose is really lovely. You could do a book of such prose poems, it would be wonderful!

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  7. I also loved the images here of the cloud kissing the soil....

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  8. Love the image of the cloud falling down to touch the earth, beautiful,

    Elizabeth

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  9. This really is beautiful giving natures workers real voice and feelings.

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  10. cloud watching - a way to kill and understand time. a reflective posy Myrna.

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  11. Such beautiful imagery ~ it's like the cloud fell in love with the earth ~ wonderful poetic prose! :)

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  12. Brought to mind being little and making shapes out of the clouds...how lovely to be reminded of that

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  13. I love looking up at the clouds and getting lost in them. Your writing is so beautiful, Myrna!

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  14. Beautiful write Myrna! The clouds can be mesmerizing. The beauty is they are ever changing. Wonderful prose!

    Hank

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  15. Myrna, this is so tender with all the lovely descriptions you make in here. I often dream of touching the clouds above, how lovely to watch them swing up there as if some naughty serafs are pushing them to do so. Smiles. I really enjoyed this, thank you!

    - ksm

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  16. when i was a kid i always thought you can really bed yourself in the clouds and i remember laying in the grass, looking up to the sky and wondering how it would feel... smiles... and cloud watching is still one of my fav things to do...

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  17. magical piece...love the whimsy of a cloud reaching down as if it had dreamed of us as we often dream of them...

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  18. this is delightful! i never thought of a cloud wanting to touch the earth just as humans so often want to touch the clouds.

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