This poem is written in octal syllabic blank verse.
Below is the poem entitled A cloudy imagination which was written by poet
Ahearn. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The lingering cumulus clouds
imperceptibly changed their shapes
while I sat below discerning
these metamorphosed spectacles.
My imagination went wild
as they drifted across the sky.
It seemingly was like my mind
was orchestrating their transmuting.
I glanced at one that took the shape
of the poet Walt Whitman’s head;
another like Sylvia Plath;
and yet another looked like Poe.
I glanced back at the Whitman cloud
but it changed into Erato.
I took my pad from my pocket
and began to write this poem.