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The persistent Texas heat and sunshine have given way to several cooler, partly cloudy days. I step outside, making my way to the nearby walking trails. I gaze up, the clouds lifting my spirits heavenward; I embrace this cloudy day, for it brings subtle whites and cool silvers that accent the sky above. The passing white blossoms of the sky bring a transitory shade. Upon the sidewalk I see a lone butterfly beneath a tree canopy, passing from subdued sun to mellow hues.
partly cloudy days, soft-filtered light
soul song becomes louder, more confident
in those sweet moments
self-reflection
A CLOUDED LIGHT AWARENESS
Through the darkened clouds,
Liberating light shining,
Blossoming wisdom:-
In the darkest times, light comes:
Navigating destiny:-
I stand beneath the partly cloudy sky
for hours mesmerizing at each night
looking at neglected concert houses
I know you’ll never forget me over there
I’m always missing out dancing
and when blood is in your head
you know what you’re about
you want to find someone
who’ll love you and that’s easy
but I want a woman I can never have
a woman who’s stolen my life
who’s sleeping in her grave
I remember with clarity
and such clear vision,
I was four years old,
and was being shown
the first time in this,
old house of bliss,
I chose my bed-room
by the street's road
window open
to birds and bees.
Spring's air smelling
Now its
my prison
as I'm scared
of the outside.
I wish to be me again
and not the grains
of loss of friends
and family,
the sand pours
without haste,
slamming doors
and this I created.
I haven't left the house
for a straight
18 months.
My burning red raw, bloodshot eyes,
strain expectantly, under reluctant skies,
counting fingers, with tearful sighs,
longing for sunbeams, to defiantly prys,
open cracks in gray clouded sunrise.
An eye soon cries when a spirit expires,
lowering a curtain over its own demise,
knowing that gray clouds, in soft disguise,
conceal a heart, where storm rage resides.
We can’t grasp, retrieve, or analyze,
every drop of tear that fate applies,
or drown out our faltering hopeful smiles,
with splattered stings, spat from leaden skies.
Let's stride forward beyond what woe betides,
that arise from seeing skies cloudy at sunrise,
to cherish every moment, without compromise-
as bearers of gifts that bring joyous surprise.
I am highly entertained
though I see through the window what lies there:
yes, dark cloud hovers above our street
like a piece of rag.
But we admire contraries.
I am entertained because I hear rag -
all about pineapple, reflection,
stoptime, a paragon, a maple leaf.
You would never predict your treasure,
how so many of us listen to it today,
your music downloaded or on a compact disc.
So thanks, dear old Scott, for your ragtime.
I can see that dark, hovering rag of cloud
but hear you, Scott, I'm entertained.
The sky grumbles throughout the night,
while the rainbow mocks in delight
as the rain sheds cloudy tears:
The plants smiled gladly in cheers,
Rats forced out of flooded holes,
while men got soaked to their souls.
The sky grumbles throughout the night
while the rainbow mocks in delight.
The day has no meaning without the rain.
Luscious, dark clouds awaken life in me.
The smell of a storm brings peace within.
Admiring the sound of the drops crashing onto different surfaces.
The day has no meaning without the rain.
Time slowing down expressing gratitude toward this Earth cleansing experience.
This outburst from above feels like home on my skin.
Hoping deluge will stay, but aware blue skies will return.
The day has no meaning without the rain.
A CLOUDY DAY
My heart is so cold
In the winter blow
Today it is not sunny
The sky is full cloud
I want to run faraway
Avoid crowded and stay
Stay in my side...
And no one can't see the tear
Which just drops and to have a bear
The birds are outside still sing
The cloud is still moving and a fear
A fear of cold it is so clear....
K.F.
I've walked miles in the rain & have stayed
dry because of my faith
It sheltered me throughout the downpours
making me immune to the wetness
I commune with the stressors the weather brings
& have come to adore
what they add to my plate
Take what's given & use it as if all things added
are good in the kingdom that's come
We are one with the weather so waste not
a single drop of rain, sleet, or snow
& allow the residue it leaves to
pile & grow
Fall in & file the stones under "use for a rainy day"
banking them along with the
rain checks life offer along the way
All I see are sunny days ahead in the midst
of the rain despite what the forecast
offers in good faith because
I understand patterns
Know that your seasons come & go according
to your faith &
whether you believe that or not
has nothing to do with
the matter
Some things just are & will be according to the
laws that govern this world
as well as the next
Be well as you're blessed with a well overflowing
with faith that can overcome
any rain that comes
I've walked miles in the rain & it's the faith
that pours from me that keeps
me dry & fearing not any
storm that comes
sun's kiss is missing
dark clouds hide suns smiling face
all I see is gloom
Stoic she sits
As an oyster lacking a grain of sand
No Pearl of Great Price or wisdom to share.
Stoic she sits
A smile adorns her face while we hold hands,
Bereft of thought and without words to spare.
Stoic she sits
Cloudy sapphire eyes show nary a care.
Oblivion’s glide left her a blank stare.
Stoic she sits
Time’s wrinkles scribe not the soft silken face
Of the hollowed woman who remains there.
Stoic I sit
the tortoise-shaped cloud
as tall as a skyscraper
and a half as wide
floats slowly across blue sky
with no hare-shaped cloud to race
patchy cloudy sky
with shapely stories to tell
hare-brained ideas
and the tortoise will always
slowly and steadily win
the baby blue sky
covered with puffy, white clouds
concealing the sun
2/7/24 sweet lady jane
Written: November 27, 2023
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Upon the lower, unsophisticated surface
My shadow has arrived with a purpose.
How the blazing sun or frigid rain arrives.
How, the flight of honeybees to their hives,
Where it lies is lifeless, desolate, and bare.
The hilltops quake to the crest, unaware.
Who was the one who dreamed of the rose?
Believe not, the meteor's brilliance goes,
The sky is overcast, and clouds seem scary.
Days of sunshine and evenings are wary.
A snow speck that is moving in the air.
Everyone watches with a sneak peek stare.
Its value is tackled through a barn or hole.
The cosmos has swallowed me whole.
Narrow winds grumble through the day.
As the sun shines, grab my wings to fly away.
Often, nature—akin to us—is taken captive.
Grace of nature never fails to be attractive.
She wasn't wearing her diadem.
A sword, the ornament of which is a gem.
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