Teodora is a bilingual writer. She is the author of two books, a poetry volume and a collection of short stories.
Clouds gathering between my thoughts
like a breathing blanket of mist
tomorrow is unknown.
A bevy of quivering questions
hovering above my head
Restless memories clinging to my chest
in a vain attempt at immortality
nothing is forgotten.
A gust of wind sweeping away
the last remains of the day
Sooner or later a storm will nestle
in a corner of my mind
*** I love clouds, especially in summer, when they put on a magic show in the sky. They tell incredible stories about dragons and unicorns and bridges that take you to secret, enchanted realms. In fact, those who gaze at them are co-authors. Without the power of imagination, there would be no stories written above us.
Brenda’s prompt was really refreshing. “Cloud” is such a poetic word. One of my favorite English poems is “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth. I also adore Jim Warren’s paintings of clouds that take the shape of kissing lovers.
The poem that you have just read, however, was not inspired by cheerful emotions, such as those evoked a little earlier. In this case, an analogy is made between clouds and worries that can cast a shadow on our mind’s sky. What can I say, I’m a worrier, but also a warrior (this is one of the things I love most about the English language, I get to play with words).
© 2021 Teodora Gheorghe