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Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Cloud



 
“Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud”— Maya Angelou

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Ultimately, the cloud is the latest example of Schumpeterian creative destruction: creating wealth for those who exploit it; and leading to the demise of those that don’t.” — Joe Weinman


Midweek Motif ~ Cloud

As a cloud you can be an actual cloud, that is a visible mass of condensed watery vapour floating in the atmosphere, above the general level of the ground; wandering in groups or absolutely lonely (may be being watched by some poets, intending to catch you in their lines); you can be a state or cause of gloom, threat; you can grow dim, less transparent as Wikipedia defines you.


Cloud can be ‘just a metaphor for the internet’ too. You know what I mean, all about this ‘storing and accessing data and programs over the internet instead of your own computer’s hard drive’. Not a lonely cloud here but a network cloud.

Choose your own ‘cloud’ and go on poeming:


 Clouds Come and Go
by Matsuo Basho

“The clouds come and go, 
providing a rest for all 
the moon viewers” — Matsuo Basho


THESE are the clouds
by W. B. Yeats

THESE are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye:
The weak lay hand on what the strong has done,
Till that be tumbled that was lifted high
And discord follow upon unison,
And all things at one common level lie.
And therefore, friend, if your great race were run
And these things came, So much the more thereby
Have you made greatness your companion,
Although it be for children that you sigh:
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye. 

Clouds
by Rupert brook

Down the blue night the unending columns press
In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow,
Now tread the far South, or lift rounds of snow
Up to the white moon's hidden loveliness.
Some pause in their grave wandering comradeless,
And turn with profound gesture vague and slow,
As who would pray good for the world, but know
Their benediction empty as they bless.

They say that the Dead die not, but remain
Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth.
I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these,
In wise majestic melancholy train,
And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas,
And men, coming and going on the earth. 

Clouds Gathering
Charles Simic

(The poem is here)

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                (Next week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Kindness )

9 comments:

  1. Happy Wednesday! Enjoy your day with cloud-words :) Here all is rain and lightning and thunder.

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  2. Another happy Wednesday, I hope. Thank you for the deliciousness of this prompt, Sumana.

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  3. Happy Wednesday, Everyone! Thanks for another inspiring prompt, Sumana. I really like that quote by Maya Angelou. :-)

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  4. Thanks for this prompt Sumana. My poetic reservoir is pretty dry lately. Couldn't come up with anything very original, still it was fun to write. Have a happy day.

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  5. Happy Wednesday poets. Thanks for one-of-my-favourite-things-prpmpt, Sumana

    much love...

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  6. How lovely, to contemplat clouds today, Sumana. Thank you for this. I needed to lift my eyes up today. Smiles.

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  7. Love this prompt! Happy to have made it this week, but it may take me till Friday to get around to everyone. Thank you Sumana for this one!

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  8. Good Evening - All I see are snow clouds, how I long for spring.

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  9. I almost didn't post today. But... who can resist the sight of an inspirational cloud, right? Can't wait to read what everyone has crafted.

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