Mark Peterson Poet Free verse

Paint the Wind With Clouds

Now here am I
still floating back to earth,
and lightly so,
for all these words
arrive on little velvet pillows.

I wish I could have
stayed up there
and lingered by your side.
Still it is you who signals me
each day with patient wind.

I feel it gently on my face—
whistling softly in my ears and
lifting distant scents for my mind's reflection,
redolent of blossoms far away—
from so very long ago that I'd forgotten.

Therefore, what am I to do
to reassure you
of my life and time?
How are they now that
I might speak of them?

I have chosen thus
to stand alone
on tall and barren hills—
and daily task myself
to paint the wind with clouds.

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September 4, 2018 at 7:21 AM You’ve left images with me that grace my days. Mark Peterson May 11, 2019 at 12:40 AM One could never aspire to more. Deep thanks.

Lawrence Sharp July 23, 2018 at 2:23 AM Exactly as Robert expressed it... a poet's poet indeed.

Robert Lindley June 23, 2018 at 11:52 AM You my gifted friend, are without any doubt a poet's poet. Every verse in this jewel is golden and insightful... A fav .....

Cona Adams November 28, 2017 at 10:24 AM Lovely, Mark. An enjoyable read. Mark Peterson December 20, 2017 at 3:57 AM Thanks for favoring me with your visit, Cona. Glad you enjoyed it.

Suzanne C. Goudreau October 15, 2017 at 4:50 PM Beautifully penned! Deep and moving sentiments run through your verses. Love the imagery and metaphors. Thank you for sharing. Mark Peterson October 16, 2017 at 6:52 PM Suzanne, as always I am blessed with the comments and sentiments you express about my work. I'm so happy when poetry occurs, as it is undependable.

Charlie Smith October 7, 2017 at 9:09 PM "My minds reflection", to paint the wind with clouds, beautifully phrased Mark, I'm torn on who you are addressing, an old love or your maker...well done Mark Peterson October 7, 2017 at 11:15 PM This poem is a mystery to me as well. The words arrive, and I write them down. I guess I envisage a sort of figurative journey after departed love that resulted in the sort of insanity that tilts at windmills or paints with clouds.

Paul Callus October 7, 2017 at 2:35 PM Hi Mark...let me start off by seconding your closing note to the readers:) I have a feeling that you have been on cloud 9 with your muse. I sense that feeling of release and accomplishment that takes over once we free words from our inner self as we create a new poem. ~ Best regards // paul Mark Peterson October 7, 2017 at 11:22 PM Also read my thoughts to Charlie Smith above. I do enjoy that moment when I finally feel a measure of contentment with words I've written. And then I must stop thinking.

Kelly Deschler September 28, 2017 at 7:34 PM To me, this could be a personification of the sky or the clouds themselves or maybe it is a spirit speaking, as it looks down from amongst them... Either way, I think this poem is so beautiful to read... Very well written, Mark! Mark Peterson September 29, 2017 at 8:41 PM Kelly, I'm always so pleased to see your image and name near my poetry. Like you, I'm unsure of what to make of this. It simply came this way, and I've been reluctant to do anything about it. I like the mystery of its expression.

Andrea Dietrich September 1, 2017 at 5:48 PM I'm coming up next week!! Mark Peterson September 2, 2017 at 1:31 AM Be sure to keep your promise.

Andrea Dietrich September 1, 2017 at 5:48 PM Oh you were AUG baby? Belated wishes if I never said so before. Mark Peterson September 2, 2017 at 1:29 AM August 2 for me. Facebook will no doubt notify me of your impending orbital completion, and I'll come up with something to commemorate or commiserate.

Andrea Dietrich September 1, 2017 at 5:48 PM Mark, this is absolutely beautiful, I love the imagery here. And I love what you wrote at the bottom. One of my greatest pet peeves are people who post and post and never say a word to anybody! Mark Peterson September 2, 2017 at 1:27 AM Thanks very much for commenting Andrea. I find the poem kind of mysterious. Perhaps you could favor me with one more comment and tell me what you think it means.

Scott Thirtyseven August 20, 2017 at 8:31 AM That is a beautiful lead up to your superb last line. What a pleasure to read. Mark Peterson August 30, 2017 at 5:52 PM Thank you so much for your devotion to my work and your sincere responses. My muse visits infrequently, it would seem, so I'm particularly gratified when a friend takes note.

Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 11:03 PM Have a beautiful birthday August 2nd Mark. Aloha, Connie

Connie Marcum Wong July 3, 2017 at 3:01 PM I could read your wonderful poetry all day long Mark. It soothes my soul. I love this poem and it too is going into my Faves! Please be inspired to write more like this beauty! : ) Mark Peterson July 4, 2017 at 1:52 AM Connie, thanks so much for taking time to read my poem. Your comments mean a lot to me, as my work now elicits few remarks and would seem to go unnoticed.