Sharmila Menon Poet Free verse

The Clouds

Flying above the clouds
That were fluffy and speck less white
A desire was born in me
To be lost in them for a while
I felt like stretching my hands
And taking a fistful of them
Allowing them to escape 
And glide over my face
Some where, they looked so still
That dipping a finger 
Would have caused ripples
That went round and round in circles
Reading my mind
They came close to the glass 
I placed my palms on it
As if they would tickle
They appeared to say
“You are our favourite”
But soon came the sun
Claiming his right on them
And warning that am not the only one
For first they belonged to him
His rays pierced my eyes
Forcing me to shut them tight
But the clouds blocked him
Admonishing him for his pride…………

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Kirby Magee-Dittberner July 9, 2011 at 8:35 AM We need more clouds in life to block out all the suns, you know what I mean. Perhaps I'm reading too much in, but this poem is captivating and fun and has a great message, you wrote it very well =)