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I’m chasing butterflies,
though it’s not allowed,
under the auspices
of a wandering cloud.
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☁️ x – From a cloud’s perspective
“I was just floating along
minding my own business
when this geezer spots me;
he starts purple prosing me,
in like a poetic way;
he gets all rhymey and rhythmic-like…
Well, I wanted to breeze on out of there;
but, I was just floating around
over the ‘ills and the vales;
not much I could do really,
just had to wait for the old Zephyr to pick up
and blow me out of there.
He waffles on for a while, and then…
well I’ll be blowed
he decides to call his poem ‘Daffodils!’
I mean, I started it off,
what’s wrong with ‘Cloud’ as a title?
Wish I hadn’t bothered catching his eye –
ingrate!”
I watch the clouds pass by,
they seem to know where it is that they are going;
although different parts of the clouded sky
do appear to be travelling in different directions.
I consider lengthily the possibilities
of a cloud’s destination,
and I am visibly moved;
even though I am standing still,
and they have gone.
The castle I saw can be seen here. G:)
The crumbling ruins
of the cloud castles in the sky
catch my attention
as I walk
and they drift by;
fallen battlements
a testament to many battles fought;
whether lost or won
I know naught.
I was walking along
looking at the sky
as I do
when I saw a cloud,
a cloud in the shape
… of a cloud.
Not in the shape of a bird
or a penguin
(which is also a bird)
although there were a few of them flying around
(birds, not penguins)
but cloud-shaped;
then there was another
and another
all similar
but different
in their own cloudy way.
And I thought upon the clouds
then wrote this.
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