Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Clouds

He lay outside    on the cellar door    one day
Lazy    gazing at the sky
A child    a dutiful child
Before he knew clouds move    or why
Those scattered billows    grey fringed    hung high
It was late afternoon    with ghostly moon
The lively honey bees    some suspended    sip    then buzzzzzzz    zip!
He's heard    from experienced    older folk
The earth    years from the sun    goes round
Dreamy    following    eyes go round and round
On carousel    astride mind's steed    he's off the ground
Gently rocking    lifting    on that waving sea
This quite a vital sort of primal ecstasy
Clouds and festivals    Picassoette    surreal
That music in the air    nature's breath    infects the skin    the veins
Ah    those few moments    so rare    so hauntingly spare........

When the screen door creaks open he shivers!
                                     then
Mother calls him in to dinner

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Maurice Yvonne October 17, 2014 at 10:32 AM Knock, knock! The password? "Andrea sent me". She new I would love this one and she was right. This one speaks to me. I see it all I feel it all. All my senses are stimulated by this poem. Definitely adding this one to my favs. Thank You Daver.

Andrea Dietrich October 15, 2014 at 12:16 AM I hope Maurice comes to visit this one, Daver. WEll, I am off to bed now. It was nice seeing you tonight. Daver Austin October 16, 2014 at 10:18 AM Thanks, Andrea for posting this old poem. I'd forgotten about it. The situation is right out of my childhood. Love, daver

Michelle Mac Donald September 6, 2012 at 4:42 PM Daydreams, must be like contemplation, Daver. "those few moments so rare", these times one feels that rude awakenings, are just disturbingly rude. I watched some clouds today (love having the window behind the computer:), looked like the two eyes of a forgotten Greek god. Wide nose, almond eyes, a wide but low forhead with slightly curled. hair. I drew him, but his eyes are dark and eerie.:( Take care, love you, Mikki

Andrea Dietrich May 2, 2010 at 9:42 AM Awesome, Dave. It reminds me of the same boy you wrote about in that poem you say is your best writing.Where the boy is always in the cornfield looking at someting, and the mom never "gets it" Glad I found this one. Thanks for mentioning "Of Love Perverse" I have so many poems to post here (all in good time) Waiting for a contest about things Perverse for that one. heehee. LUv andrea

James Fraser May 26, 2009 at 3:41 PM Like the sea i love the clouds, and i would spend hours trying to make out shapes to draw in my mind, lovely poem - took me back, James

Lena Pate May 1, 2009 at 4:55 PM To lay upon the grass, gazing at the clouds finding shapes and fantasies in the billows of white. This poem is so descriptive and imaginative. Very well done.

Charlene Bird April 28, 2009 at 2:25 PM A great visual I get from this pleasant read.

Ernilando Tugaff April 28, 2009 at 1:19 AM Daver,*********Very nice *********Ernilando

April 25, 2009 at 6:51 AM Wow! You surprised me with the ending. Good use of imagery and an interesting format. Nice one! Karen

Carolyn Devonshire April 24, 2009 at 3:03 PM Such childhood activities and dreams are so captivating, Daver. I have been transported to a better place and time. Well done! Love, Carolyn

Corinne Curcio April 24, 2009 at 5:45 AM Such a nice poem Daver. So visual yet the feelings elicited in him - and in us - shine through. I like "Picassoette" :-D

James Marshall Goff April 22, 2009 at 1:01 PM heavenly descriptions! a fascinating dreamy lilt to the flow of this poem, cool!!! great ending! Daver! am really digging your work! Jim

Autumn Rose Wood April 21, 2009 at 1:59 PM Glorious! This is the perfect poem to be read at an avid cloud watching convention! Wonderful glimpse into child's mind. I am a fan! Thanks!

Laurie Ginn April 20, 2009 at 4:28 AM Boy do I miss the screen door creak and then the wooden slap of the wood and then of course mom's scream "Don't Slam The Door." A poem written with so many sweet memories. A simple thing as being called home to dinner is such an act of love. Smiles Daver

Sharon Winter April 19, 2009 at 5:01 PM Howdy Daver. I'm with Kristin, sure wish I knew you in person. Your writing is so down to earth it just makes us float above with those clouds. You're so real. You are the memory of all innocence and imaginative and wondrous. You recall with awesome detail, and the sharing within your writing, I think sort of flips us out. Yeah, you make us remember. Way to go! Love it. Love, Shar

Kristin Reynolds April 19, 2009 at 4:42 PM So amazingly visual and full of life your writing is, Daver! I sure wish I knew you in person, I'll bet your a great Grandpa. :) Excllent poem, I could see it all. love, Kristin

Charmaine Chircop April 19, 2009 at 1:36 PM this reminds me of my childhood days,i used to look at the sky and imagine shapes made of clouds,my friends would all say what they see,we all saw different shapes-lovely,very nice indeed-cheers----charma;-)

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen April 19, 2009 at 11:41 AM Oh how lovely those quiet days of gazing at the clouds and dreaming about animal shapes. Thanks for bringing back sweet memories. This is a wonderful poem. Thank you for your comment on my poetry. Keep Writing. God Bless you and have a wonderful day. Love, Dane

Carrie Richards April 19, 2009 at 10:15 AM Wow, Daver....your poems are so darn good! I am so charmed by this nostalgic write....I see this boy, cow-lick in his hair, perhaps? ...watching the clouds...and hearing that squeaky screen door and his mother's voice, so so good ....so charming!

Brian Anderson April 19, 2009 at 9:20 AM this took me back to when i was a kid and i used to sit in my grandmas lap and point out the different cloud creatures in the sky. i haven't thought about those days in a long time. thanks