Cloudland

Clouds are a fascinating spectacle and one of my favourite themes. There is so much one can associate with clouds.

They evoke all kinds of memories: bright as well as dark. Imagine lying peacefully on a beach far from the madding crowds watching the clouds drifting  high up. So much hidden in them: dragons from childhood fairy tales, UFOs from spooky science fiction, workers running across a field in search of shelter, mercilessly crushing with their feet the ripe tomatoes they were picking only a few moments ago and drenching the thirsty earth with their blood-red juice.

Clouds have a way of losing themselves behind mountain tops or of materializing before your eyes out of a blue sky.

Clouds bring the redeeming rain that will cleanse us of the summer dust and will secure the crop of the farmer.

Clouds wreak havoc when they pelt earth and everything that populates it with rain and hail.

Your eyes become clouded and also your judgement becomes clouded.

Read what you will into clouds, it will resonate with people the length and breadth of earth.

Here is one of my poems with a cloud theme:

A CLOUD

A lonely cloud

Puffy and pallid

An aimless trade

Across the blueness

Plied

It floated indolent

Over the hilly fields

Half envious

Of life below

Until the wind blew

Immaterial master

It breathed and gusted

Besieged the cloud

A violent collision

Therein forcing

And forthwith started

A speedy descent

The journey was long

And precipitous

But the fall soft

And redeeming