L. J. Carber Poet Free verse

O, To Be a Cloud

O, to be a cloud and wander the skies untethered,
freer than any bird, as free as the wild winds,
changing shape endlessly, effortlessly, easing
from a stallion to a lion to a bear in the minds
of open-eyed children who love the clouds and
love to watch the clouds as they dance the sky....

Children and clouds, clouds and children--
a love affair that ends as childhood ends
and the once children, now grown-ups can
no longer see a living menagerie way, way
up high where only the purest hearts may go.

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Christuraj Alex March 23, 2022 at 2:05 AM "Of open eyed children who love the clouds" - Beautifully written. Congratulations! L. J. Carber March 24, 2022 at 9:33 AM Thanks Chris--I'm glad you like it!

Andrea Dietrich February 2, 2021 at 4:29 PM this is really really nice. A FAVE L. J. Carber February 6, 2021 at 7:27 AM Thanks Andrea--I wish I could still see life forms in the clouds!

Gershon Wolf July 7, 2020 at 7:01 PM Hey, you nailed what those clouds are -- ever-changing shapes, according to the viewer's imagination... And I must be a child, as yesterday the clouds were a map of Europe for me! Cheers, L.J! :) gw L. J. Carber July 8, 2020 at 1:06 PM Thanks Gershon--good to hear from you, buddy--vaya con Dios siempre!

Geoffrey Brewer July 1, 2020 at 5:17 AM As that great song writer: Winnie the Pooh, said: ‘How sweet to be a cloud, floating in the blue...’ And now the record of my whole life resides in one! nice one, Len. All the best! L. J. Carber July 1, 2020 at 12:57 PM Thank you Geoff--I'm glad you like it--it really is truly grand to be a child--God's gift before we have to become adults, I suppose--and may you go with Him in these fraught times, my friend!

Geoffrey Brewer July 1, 2020 at 5:16 AM As that great song writer: Winnie the Pooh, said: ‘How sweet to be a cloud, floating in the blue...’ And now the record of my whole life resides in one! nice one, Len. All the best!