Upon my latest walk of life,
On a whim I gawk skyward,
I declare to my internal voices,
Oh to be a cloud,
Able to shift and float and meld and melt,
An airy mote of freedom and playfulness,

My imagination fills with effervescent images,
Effortlessly skirting the earth,
Day and night with my cloud friends,
Rain dances and thundery cheers,
Oh to be a cloud,
Playing kiss chase under sun and moon both,

Oh to be a cloud,
Able to cry in rainstorms,
Whenever one requires,
Aqua to release any pain,
Privately or publicly,
Yet no soul would critique the sky,

Oh to truly be a cloud,
I continue walking these alleys though,
Knowing I shall never be one of them,
Yet I still smile to myself,
Things are looking up,
And I can always look skyward to my ethereal friends.

  1. Beautiful poetry…brilliant ! 😊

  2. Carol anne says:

    beautiful ❤ ❤ ❤

  3. Shruba says:

    I don’t see any read more button here. 🤔
    Hope that mess gets fixed soon. Good luck with that.
    Love the poem, I still imagine shapes in clouds as army of bears and rabbits haha. XD

    • Osharlequin says:

      Yes, I’m not entirely sure what the deal is there… 🤔

      Thank you kindly my friend. Bears and rabbits eh? What grand choices!

      The Oldschool Harlequin

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