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Dreamy White Clouds ~ a Response to Brenda’s Week 30 Word Prompt

Misbah loves writing poetry. She says poetry is what makes her heart feels warm and light.

Brenda Arledge, a talented poet, and a very lovely friend provide us a weekly word prompt to help us exercise our creative minds. These poems are written in response to Brenda Arledge's week 30 prompt, "clouds." It's always a pleasure to respond to her word prompts with something fresh and creative. Bredz, thank you so much for keeping me motivated and for inspiring me so much.

I wrote these poems while traveling yesterday. I enjoyed watching clouds throughout the way on Highway. I hope Brenda and other readers will enjoy reading it.

I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

— Rumi

The Mystery of Clouds

It feels like we are built the same way as dreams.

Dreams like white clouds in the big endless sky,

I want to be your constant companion and

love you unconditionally at all times.

Please do not wake me up if you are a dream.

The clouds in the sky are like sweet fantasies.

Who knows what I would find. if I could enter

the clouds: poems scribbled by angels, secret tones,

Melody of songs, order of the God, or

the wind's dreams. Just imagine how it would be.

A white cloud, a free man, and a mystery;

Allowing itself to be carried by wind,

does not oppose, and floats above everything.

It moves in all dimensions and directions.

Living life like a cloud is called perfection.

The sky opens out where the clouds running, and

the empty plain stretches to the horizon.

Man is imagining figures in the form

Wind is giving blow to the clouds: making

a sailboat, a dragon, or a unicorn

I think clouds are seeing us from far,

If they are also eyeing and dreaming?

Clouds from far distance gazing at us

Maybe Smile and giggle at our odd shapes.

Enjoy viewing us as we enjoy them

Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle; Love is the work of wrestlers. The one who becomes a servant of lovers is really a fortunate sovereign. Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love. Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.

— Rumi

Light as Feather ~ an Acrostic Poem

Cumulus clouds in the distance.

Light as a feather.

Open and clearly visible to all.

Usually Impressive and soft

Dividing the blue sky into halves

Sun hides behind them

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.”

— Gilbert K. Chesterton, ‘The Everlasting Man’.

Clouds Makes Me Glad~ a Short Poem

The Sky Was Lit Up With dancing Clouds

The Clouds, I can see are dozing Off

Blue sky blanketed with peaceful white clouds

I want to rest my head on those clouds

Inviting me to jump and grab them,

Playing like Kitten, sweet marshmallows

Clouds as floodgates, opening and

letting the rain shower, makes me glad

© 2021 Misbah Sheikh

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