clouds

STRATOCUMULUS

High fog clouds
Low in the sky
Wanting to cry
Rain all over the world
To drown the pain
But can barely maintain a drizzle…

(c) 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Stratocumulus clouds over my swamp

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A MAGNIFICENT MOVEMENT

 

He belongs to a raincloud

Part of a gang of raindrops

Sometimes stormy, discontented

But also part of a harmonious whole

Drops fall

Quench Mother Earth

And he joins them in their move

To the ocean

Evaporating

Recycling into another cloud

Another storm

Passing along the power

Like magical words

That can often heal

A heart of thorns…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: In between clouds over swamp

PSYCHEDELIC CHIAROSCURO

 

Cardinals, Woodpeckers, Blue Jays

Chirping the dawn away

Dogs barking at squirrels

Tail shaking like chattering maracas

Me gasping “Black coffee!”

To offset rainbow shades

As I create a silent music

Of the tapping of text messages

FB posts

Twitterings

A cacophony of hello and love

With the underlying message

That we made it through the night

We’re all still here

Crowded day

Music plays

Background

Soundtrack

Of our busy lives

Weather hot, humid,

A suddenly damaging deluge

Lightning landing in the already scorched garden

Tin house shakes as

A discordant percussionist–

The drummer of the sky–

Goes control-freaky

Nothing to do until he tires

And the calming flute begins

Ah, here it is

Birds bathing in the after-drizzle

Drying feathers echo xylophone tunes

Dogs sniffing the lightning trail

Me singing to the battered mint

Grateful that the soundtrack

Of the day

Welcomes a glowing

Late afternoon

Bright blue and yellow

A precursor to the

Sun of the Solstice…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image: abstract quirky sun, free image