POETRY CORNER
– 02/22/17
Hosted by Kathabela Wilson
Wherever we are, in a tree house in Southern CA, in the beauty of the natural world in Switzerland, or in an artist’s studio in New York, we live amidst clouds, wish for clarity, and live with our emotional reactions. Here artists and poets display their perspectives and feelings on their different experiences with clouds..
~ Kathabela
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dalton perry
sometimes
from my tree house
I see clouds
turn to rain
at arm’s length
Reclusive, occasional poet, Dalton Perry lives in a tree house upon a ridge of the San Gabriel Mountains. Its frail light is best seen on nights of the new moon.
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Ruth Zuckschwerdt
pink clouds
early in the morning
skydance
let’s enjoy ourselves
before raindrops start falling
Ruth Zuckschwerdt lives in the north eastern corner of Switzerland, near a big lake for walks, boating and swimming, hills for hiking in summer and skiing in winter. She loves to live in the country, to have nature close, inspiring poetry, near small towns, yet an hour’s drive from the gate to the big wide world, Zürich Airport. Ruth says there’s a weather proverb in Switzerland that says “red clouds in the morning are a sign of rain in the evening.”
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Michele L. Harvey
dark underbellies
of snow laden cloud
the heavy weight
of accumulating loss
stored in unshed tears
Michele L. Harvey has literally made it her business to know clouds which grace the sky both at her home in Hamilton, NY and in Brooklyn. She also has enough years behind her to be very familiar with the sunshine and shadow of life and now reaching her winter of life, mounting loss takes its toll. She knows that the sentiment within this poem strikes home for many, who also have been lucky enough to reach their own snowbound season.
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Inside huge white clouds
poems gathering
waiting to fall
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Thank you for poems and photographs, lovely, all!
Cloudy with a chance of meatballs
thank you, dear Poets-All, for these home glimpses, for the moments & seasons!
beautiful photographs! And the poems– oh my!