Clouds

Hanging around like kids on street corners

lumbering giants shuffling across the sky

motion - imperceptible

silent and gossamer like

vapour and ice

whispy fingers

shaped by currents of winds on high

some forboding

black and angry 

threatening rain

some light and fluffy

all stitched together by the trails of aeroplanes

held up on the wings of gliders

look up and see their shapes 

copy and pasted

over and over and over

familiar shapes

recognisable but transient 

ephemeral

fleeting.

There...

...then gone

 

I Love Looking at Clouds

Meteorologists say a cloud is a visible mass of minute liquid droplets.
I see a bird!
There are frozen crystals or other particles,
I see a head with a face.
Particles suspended in the atmosphere of a planetary body or similar space.
I see a countryside scene, 
vast,
spreading out in front if me,complete with hills and valleys.                                              I see a whole new world,        there right above me!                     ...I love looking at clouds!

Clouds

Huge mackerels swim through seas of blue.
Vast cliff faces rise in front of me along imaginary shorelines.
Rivers flow slowly through mysterious lands,
down into immense deltas to uncharted oceans dotted with tall schooners sailing.

Faces come and go as I look,
whipped ice-cream peaks and candy-floss sticks,
cotton-wool balls and creamy white mashed potatoes.

Dynamic, unique and totally magical