Short Cotton Wool Poems
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reared many rabbits by habit
to harvest cotton wool from them
for textile industries abroad
that they could make winter clothing
for charity to hot desert dwellers
It shines continually over our sullen earth,
Pleasantly parading these dark spaces in a splendour of righteousness,
Seldom does it cease; save for a moment,
As soft cotton wool covers it’s glow.
Searching for love in a dense cosmic plain,
It is the sign for us to believe again
Form:
it happened that time
the sun lost its path
inside cotton wool of the sky
and it never rose again
the moon drowned
into the abyss of the pacific
and it never shone again
each star lost its one eye
struggling to light the sky
and disappeared forever
then what remained of the world?
shadowy souls
Cotton wool puffs that are up so high,
Drifting along in a clear blue sky,
A field of wheat waving just like the sea,
To see these things shows how beautiful the world can be.
A gurgling stream that goes rushing by,
A baby bird that's learning to fly,
All of these things bring a happy cheer,
And tell everyone, summer is here.
Can we change directions late on in life?
After living our life in a cotton wool world?
There comes changes in the way we think
Asking you to become the person you are
Life it can change in the blink of our eyes
Yesterday life was teaching you a lesson
Something sparks within us that changes
Today your a teacher who teach changes
I wonder what clouds think
when we down here
looking up at them
say
with surprise and wonder
that they look like something else
a face maybe
or a horse
a tree
a ship
a cup and saucer
or a great big wad of cotton-wool
never
that I am aware of
when looking up at the clouds
have I heard anyone say
“Wow, look at that cloud
it looks just like a cloud”
Seamless Sky.
A sea of fluffy cotton wool,
clouds of changing scenes,
that softly but swiftly
move above our world of dreams.
A picture painted every day
to colour days gone by,
the artist sees a different stroke
with a gaze up to the sky.
The silence of the birds
that take the form of peace in flight,
prepare us for the beauty of
the Seamless Sky infinite.
At the end of the winter on the first sunny day
The feel of the sun on your back is a great display
And to ride your bike as fast as you can
Sucking in the warmth is the best plan
Go to the local park and lay on the grass nearby
Look up to see the cotton wool clouds fly by
Feel the cool green grass as you lie down
Summer holidays and long hot days around.
© Paul Warren Poetry
All blazing hues throwing ochery golden gowns
Under azure blues with fluffy cotton wool clouds
Temperatures in dip feeling two seasons in meld
Undulations shape shift teasing ones naked eye
Momentary captures seeing wildlife amidst such
Natures many blooms rich giving's Midas touch
Autumnal she is displaying talents of no bounds
Lasting impressions, season's, differences found
Are we all -
It is essential to know,
In my affected mind,
Are we all clouds in the sky?
Is that where we go when we die…
Floating slowly, drifting along,
In a bright clear blue sky.
Fluffy cotton wool shapes,
Some like a dog or a pale face,
If you get a second take.
So next time you feel sad,
And miss that person like mad -
Look up and smile,
Be just calm for a while,
As you watch them sail by.
I’m hungry, oh so hungry for your words
I am waiting … my mouth is open wanting to be fed
Yet you spoon feed me
One
S N I P P E T
Of
Information
At
A
Time
Please don’t treat me like a child
DON'T wrap me up in cotton wool to protect me
I can cope better if I know ALL the truth
For now I’m simply crying like a baby
Jan Allison
26th October 2014
She curls up very tightly as I leave the bed
and I stumble to the kitchen
cotton wool unwinding in my head
it's just a Wednesday
Beans and bacon in the non stick frying pan
coffee on the counter and
two burnt toast with a pot of jam
it's just a Wednesday.
Picking up the tempo
putting on my shoes
running for the six fifteen
it's
too early for those early morning
blues
It's just a Wednesday.
The cold air swaying through my hair
Wind plays music solitude of winter
Soft cotton wool flakes fall from the sky
Like an angel wings that are fly
Blanket the flowers that lie asleep
Beautiful feathery flakes of snow
Glittered in the fields of meadow
The leafless tress are about to please
To embrace the cold weather
Winters Blanket the quiet streets
Cheryl Aldea
November 24, 2012
Winters Blanket Contest (Gail Doyle)
Someone told me today that I have an absent soul
That my intentions were good but that my heart was cold
They basically told me I would never find love
Or that certain someone who fits like a glove
The problem is that I know what they mean
I have a heart I just don’t let it be seen
I cant give it away with the drop of a hat
For fear it’d brake, and I couldn’t face that
So for now it’ll stay wrapped in cotton wool
And I’ll continue to play the absent soul’d fool