Hahaha! I thought that something special was going to happen soon at dVerse, and that you were giving a heads up… Anyway, on second thoughts, there is something special each time at the poets pub.
Smiles.. November
clouds are clouds
of past that
melt dreams
for me
until
Spring Sun
comes again..
somehow i erased
the clouds from the
sky.. decades practice..:)
I used to love clouds when I was living in Mexico City… Sunny days, year long spring temperature, white puffy clouds. I am not sure I love them in Norway –might need to borrow your eraser.
Ugh.. I’m never moving north but I’m always moving and that is the secret of my eraser of dark human clouds.. Adrianna.. Dance free Dance.. Just dance free..:)
I love short poems. As a reader, they turn on my imagination because there’s so much room to apply the poet’s image to my own experience. Wonderful. I think this one could even be shorter, maybe without the last line, leaving just the image? 🙂 But wonderful regardless.
December 3, 2015 at 8:52 pm
Such an intriguing short crisp poem ~ I like the dissolving itself into sound and rainbow.
December 3, 2015 at 9:01 pm
A beautiful moment, well-imagined. Nice to see you, Adriana. Hope to see you today or tomorrow at dVerse.
December 3, 2015 at 9:02 pm
I will do my best to join, Victoria. Thanks for stopping by.
December 3, 2015 at 9:07 pm
Of course….you are already here!!! Well, hope to see you often in the future.
December 3, 2015 at 9:10 pm
Hahaha! I thought that something special was going to happen soon at dVerse, and that you were giving a heads up… Anyway, on second thoughts, there is something special each time at the poets pub.
December 3, 2015 at 9:07 pm
Just lovely, Adriana. Sometimes it is the short poems that leave the strongest impression. A cloud melting into sound and rainbow – love it!
December 3, 2015 at 9:11 pm
I did a lot of writing and deleting today. This is what survived…. smiles!
December 3, 2015 at 9:31 pm
Brevity worn as bravery; you ain’t afraid of shortness. I enjoyed the piece, & yes, you accomplished the synesthesia as well.
December 3, 2015 at 9:38 pm
The first line is absolutely stunning… and it build itself so well into that last line… in brevity it says it all…
December 3, 2015 at 11:23 pm
Pure perfection 😀
December 4, 2015 at 1:22 am
A beautiful synesthesia image of a cloud melting a dream. Nature often leaves us wondering…
December 4, 2015 at 3:26 am
Smiles.. November
clouds are clouds
of past that
melt dreams
for me
until
Spring Sun
comes again..
somehow i erased
the clouds from the
sky.. decades practice..:)
December 4, 2015 at 12:12 pm
I used to love clouds when I was living in Mexico City… Sunny days, year long spring temperature, white puffy clouds. I am not sure I love them in Norway –might need to borrow your eraser.
December 4, 2015 at 4:42 pm
Ugh.. I’m never moving north but I’m always moving and that is the secret of my eraser of dark human clouds.. Adrianna.. Dance free Dance.. Just dance free..:)
December 4, 2015 at 3:36 am
I love short poems. As a reader, they turn on my imagination because there’s so much room to apply the poet’s image to my own experience. Wonderful. I think this one could even be shorter, maybe without the last line, leaving just the image? 🙂 But wonderful regardless.
December 4, 2015 at 4:41 am
Beautiful image – and as brief as rainbows often are. Bravo on the brevity as well!
December 4, 2015 at 1:07 pm
Writing and deleting led to a crisp, beautiful poem.
December 4, 2015 at 6:02 pm
The brevity only serves to intensify!
December 5, 2015 at 2:43 pm
Nicely put….and ‘why’?
December 5, 2015 at 4:27 pm
Sharp and short, and lingering with unanswered questions. Nice.