The clouds tell me stories

The underbellies of the lowClouds are speaking todayMysterious whisperingsOf lands far away Houses of sunshineWith wide open doorsWarm wind wafting through windowsAnd across exotic wood floors The snowflakes are scentedWith perfumes of the seasAnd the breeze brings hintsOf tropical flowers and trees There's a place up aboveThe impenetrable mistWhere the sun’s raysBurn vaporous clouds with their kiss But I stand here aloneWith my boots in the snowAnd the clouds tell stories ofPlaces where I long to go

The night comes so early
With these thick clouds of gray
But tomorrow just might be
A sunny warm day

— Edevold, Dec 10, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Country/Region: USA

Critiques

Robert Melliard

17 years 6 months ago

Hi,

As I live in the north of Spain, where the weather is terrible (we've had rain for over a month now) I can appreciate your longing for warmer climes. I often ask myself why we go on living in this area when we could be on La Costa del Sol or somewhere like that. I guess we have too many ties, like property, work, friends, family and so on. So my advice would be to move to an area with a better climate before you get tied down. I like this poem because it expresses your feelings clearly and simply. Best wishes, Robert.

prayersbyPatty

17 years 6 months ago

Edevold

Wow you have been on this site since summer, and this is my first time I have read any of your poems, There are some beautiful lines in this poem and I like it,,,time permitting I will read more. Patty

Edevold

17 years 6 months ago

thanks for the thoughtful comments

I appreciate it very much that you enjoy this poem...

Kailashana

17 years 5 months ago

Enjoyed this romp through

Enjoyed this romp through the places in the sky... ~A "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.

Cloudthings

17 years 3 months ago

Wonderful cloud pondered write, a gift for me, no matter the int

How did I miss this one huh? Of course I would HAVE to love this, being enamoured with all things cloud related. I loved it... I felt in all honesty there were elements in this poem that were stronger & more enticing than others, but I am sure that's the case for all of us (I know it is in mine, & sometimes I am fully aware of it & choose to leave it so for the contrast, the rest it provides for the reader before the next "juicey" bit so to speak... but sometimes just a tiny tweak might make a good poem into a really really great one... I feel this one is really close... but I reiterrate, I really love it as it is as well... who am I to suggest a change. Thank you for feeding my cloud hunger heh! Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."