A Home in Cumulus Clouds
A Home in Cumulus Clouds
1.) Cumulus
We play under a cumulus shadow
to slide from this height near cirrostratus
with other children of equal status
in hopes that waves of peaceful clouds follow.
Our home within these noctilucent clouds
the ones I find myself standing under
either soft white or black before thunder
a vastness up above where below crowds.
Each journey begins inside the ocean
where temperature of water decides place
where water changes between many forms.
A reminder of past condensation
here at the park with clouds of every race
so radiant this sky to break all norms.
2.) Stratocumulus
To be oblivious inside belief
when standing below this morning glory
a moving sun creates its own story
my daughter points to cloud shaped like a leaf.
To feel the need to know Asperitus,
to be able to point these out to you
before the cloud formation moves from view
to replace with the white altostratus.
What happened to childhood rites of passage
to believe in the need of ritual
the intention of our evolution.
Each wave of cloud carries a new message
when days in parks become habitual
the Monkey Bars are the revolution.
3.) Polar Mesophere
To find heaven is absurdly narrow
when looking up into this cloud atlas
made up of shadowed altocumulus
only broken off by flying sparrow.
Our imaginations on the polar
ice caps where we see polar stratosphere
and colors reflect as if a mirror
or canvas painted with a paint roller.
As arms reach out from actinoform cloud
and hug the sky for as long as it takes
to forget that you fell and scraped your knee.
Who knew these cumulus would speak so loud
at volumes covering up our mistakes
to turn my anger into gentle plea.
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You got me at ‘cloud’, Jamie, I love them all and have always had a profound relationship with clouds. I use them in many of my poems, in art and in metaphor as they fascinate me so. Great work and lovely pics to inspire, my friend. Take care, Jamie.
Oh, how I love clouds and you have given great tribute to them, Jamie. Clouds have always fascinated me and I often see images in them, as if they are telling a story. Wonderful work, Jamie. Take care.
Nice work Jamie. Clouds to me always seem like an act of God. So beautiful in so many ways, so many stories they can tell, so many formations they can make. They are just majestic, and you did a nice job with the technical/ scientific aspect as well. Nice job.
You took me to great heights Jamie, I’ve had my head in the clouds since birth. I’ve loved and still do enjoy them, so many patterns and inspirations I get from them. I don’t think there is a poet alive nor dead who hasn’t in some form or fashion penned about their many formations, you sir have done a majestic and bold service and description of them. I loved these formations of yours and the photos exquisitely offered. Thank you for sharing your talented pen with us again, it’s a cloudy day up here in Canada, so will get out, look up and think of this fluffy experience you shared with me. Bravo.
Thank you for your kind comments. I moved into a new valley within the last few years and I feel I have started to understand the clouds I encounter everyday. I hope you are all having a wonderful weekend and thank you again for stopping by to read. Jamie
A wonderful write I often get inspired by clouds.
Thank you Rasma. Jamie