Clouds keep changing shapes, resisting outlines.
That proverb about clouds with silver linings
Is simply fanciful, though Milton used it in ‘Comus',
Where he thought he saw "a sable cloud
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Clouds capture the inner child's sense of wonderment in all of us.
Thank you, Poet Stephani Kievaughan. In a way, words are like clouds, taking many forms and hues, showing different moods, seasons, weathers, geographies. They are not toys, but sometimes they can be both sensitive and nonsensical. I like the malleable nature of words in a sentence or a poem that seems to touch a chord. Best wishes, AM
Another awesome poem, Ananta! Totally love watching clouds, I've written many poems about them also, they fascinate my intellect continuously! 10+++++++++++++++ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Clouds do not have a definite shape! They constantly change their shape and contours like modern politicians! I wish to see dark clouds gathering in the sky with the promise of a torrential shower to bathe the arid lands! This poem is particularly made beautiful by your reading of classical poets!