Whitish and woolike
Hanging in the air and clinging to the sky
Flying across the mountains high above our heads
Come in different shapes and sizes, appearances and states
From groups of sheep to clusters of flowers
From overlapping surfs to puffs of smoke
All deceiving your eyes
As a sudden rain will come like fate
Clouds
mind so
cloudy, waiting for
that one day, sunny
but why feels like windy
and eyes so rainy all day.
The clouds spill a thousand secrets *
Masquerading as celestial tears
Tapping on window panes
Pattering on umbrellas
Whispering
To thirsting flowers
Of distant friendships
A torn canvas*
Separates
Two paintings*
Unable to agree
Seduce the stars without a script*
Melting tears into sweet fire*
Overwhelmed by the silence
Of love’s clouded secrets
So like a horizon that bests the night with graying elder clouds strewn about the play but ear the cornrows for brustling sounds sound it out, the daylit crown, but sun peaks through this marble sour it is not, it peaks with willows that shelter vapid clamoring suits that strut the stomping grounds but in the sky it is, the cloudy day marble a truth has been.
IN THESE CLOUDY TIMES
Today’s apathy
Must be washed away from us:
Come, God, let zeal rain:-
The noisy train runs down
the track.
It carries boxes on its back.
It blows out smoke both grey
and black.
The sky is so pretty even when so partly cloudy.
The white clouds floating by gently, always oh so fluffy.
The blue hue of the atmosphere makes any scenery lovely.
a royal blue sky
painted with shape shifting clouds
mural of beauty
every cloud has a silver lining
then the rain started and
the edges smudged
Cloudy wet morning
Wet, almost foggy
Dry my bed, misty
My mind, last night
This style, lifestyle
Oh, my blood, red
Red-blue, not flet
Yeah, dark to light
Light to dark. Life
The reality, reality
Dark, cloudy, shiny
Loved this lifestyle
Live on the outside
Needs silence at
The silent heart
Hahaha. A sense
The life of the art
Needs silent art
Is it life-study art?
Silent needs art
Life can be an art
No psychology on
Needn’t. Life is on
I continue this. On
Bed dusted. Gone
The sun is radiating
My room destroyed
This morning the sky looked undecided--
a wide stretch of gray
with a few slow openings
where light tried to slip through.
Nothing dramatic.
Mixed weather that slows your steps without your noticing,
without knowing why.
As I walked,
my mood echoed the weather;
not down, not bright,
just in-between,
with a few thoughts I let be
for now.
A narrow strip of sunlight fell across the pavement,
warming one arm
while leaving the other in shadow.
It made me smile…
the way the world makes its partial choices
and keeps moving.
Perhaps this half-gray sky
is truthful in its way
a sky that shows
both the weight
and the light
at the same time.
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My dreams are partly cloudy
Intermingled with a passing breeze
Cold shadows dancing in past passions
Harsh words unsoftened by time
Echo in a dusty chapel
A gentle touch soothes the darkness
A kiss left on a pillow years ago
The sands of entropy in chaotic times,
settle on the shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments wafting with the dispersed dust,
the truth of belief in turmoil oscillates
in the ruffling surge of mayhem.
In the efflux of errant disarray,
everything changes in nonplussed instants.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade of intuition,
reflectively masked.
In the squall of divesting consternation,
the disheveled mind in a state of confusion
splinters the leitmotif of emotions.
The confounded cascade of disquiet
drifts them to the misty oblivion.
Yet, when the palace of sands
on the shore of yearning tumbles down,
the psychic waves of feelings
break with the tune of fading ecstasy,
composing the music for the memory,
partly cloudy.
Fingers of sunlight fuse and bleed
Pouring through cloudy turbid skies
Gently spilling its warmth to concede
Unsettling winds that unceasingly sigh
Muting the thunderous applause of a storm’s demise
A bluebell sky lights the promises of a changing day
Teeming with the brilliance of light that breach
The forecast of wind and weather relinquishing my dismay
As joy implores happiness in song filled harmonies unleash
This empirical miracle of hope’s heavenly array
This partly cloudy day makes me think of you
You are like the unsettled weather
As your feelings shift from gray to blue
Your laughter breaks through like the sun untethered
While your heart wraps around each loving hue
With tonal loving sounds of our day beginning anew
After rainy season appears autumn
which is partly cloudy.
Sky of normal life mostly shows partly cloudy —
extreme cases occur darkened by cloud
Life is rough and tough
with daily struggle :
Rare chance to win , but fair chance to lose.
Path of life runs uneven, even dark cloud chase
always, though there is silver lining in every cloud,
also thunderbolts roar loud.
Sky of love is also partly cloudy always,
even the couple to enjoy amour
in glamour..
Joy of rainbow glistens
yet possessiveness embowers
making atmosphere partly cloudy.
Happiness can't run without break,
may be partly cloudy by grief
Truth is always ruthless,
yet may be partly cloudy by lies.
Bright sunny day to be shadowed
turning partly cloudy,
that's quite natural-
An inevitable happenstance.
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