The Idea
I need an idea. I want to write a poem.
To write a poem, ideas must flow like kids on waterslides,
ideas more profound than isn’t the sky beautiful?
or, it’s a good cloud year, isn’t it?
But it has been a good cloud year, a good sky year.
My town, hung over with haze in summer,
cloaked in fog for the cold months,
has skies the size of the ocean
and skies as blue as the sea.
Maybe our skies are the ocean,
our clouds the waves.
We’re living upside-down.
Because my town has skies that billow,
shapes that tease of marshmallows and cream.
My town is in the West.
The West is the best of course.
Nothing interrupts the sky.
Maybe it’s ok to write a poem
about good cloud years and beautiful skies
after all.
Because skies and clouds take you out of yourself
and toss you into nature’s power and beauty.
Maybe that’s enough.
Tags: clouds, ideas, poems, profundity, skies
Is there anything you can’t do? That is a lovely poem we think (Bill and I). You are very, very creative and getting more so as you get older…I thought that didn’t happen.
Nice collage, nice poem, it’s definitely enough…thanks for sharing
i agree with cris: is there anything you can’t do? this is beautiful in words and beautifully presented. nice job.
Wonderful collage and poem. Like the way the idea inspired you.