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Mysterious, Magical Clouds

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


It truly is a fantasy,

that comes to my mind,

each time I look at the sky

and see those fluffs of white.

I often wonder

what it is I’m looking at.

Oh, I know it’s all so scientific,

but I’d rather think it’s mystifying.

Perhaps clouds,

are like cotton candy,

just as sweet and full of sugar -

maybe really good to eat.

Perhaps clouds,

are magical

and if we caught ourselves one -

we could make wishes that’ll come true.

Perhaps clouds,

are meant for dreaming

and if we had ladders long enough,

we could climb on one.

Perhaps this and so much more,

clouds to me are wondrous things,

that are made for stuff like dreams

and other schemes.

How would it be,

if we could take a cloud

and make of it -

whatever our imagination told us.

Perhaps if you’re musical,

you might take a cloud

and from it you’d make -

many musical instruments.

Perhaps if you’re an artist,

you might just choose,

to take a cloud

and make different sculptures.

For writers that would be pure delight,

to grab a hold of a cloud

and ever so carefully -

making the biggest typewriter in the sky.

I for one,

would want to make,

a sailing ship

and with my cloud sail along with the wind.

With friends scattered here and there,

oh, what fun it would be,

to form a coach from each cloud -

put together it’d be a train stretching on and on.

Then friends could climb aboard,

when my train cloud would appear

and we could go chugging -

all around this world of ours.

© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee

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