A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
You make me want to try my hand at poetry. I'm reading Watercolor of Words by Topher Kearby. It's a beautiful piece of work.
Topher Kearby's book comes highly recommended, Rick. I'd love to see YOUR adventure into poetry. I hope you embark upon it.
The land's features are reflected in the cloud banks sometimes, aren't they? We had some of those huge masses two days ago. They have their own dark beauty. Another fine poem from your pen. Or keyboard.
O-Jenny, my poems are always penned before they are typed. And yes, the sky seems like an upside down ocean in the sky --waves combed by mountain contours.
I like the way the Normaphoto caught the edge of the cloud. Every bit as impressive as your poem.
Norma has a knack for catching things like that. I think something cosmic alerts her and gets her running outdoors with her camera.
Raindrops do stop in our hands, don't they? I like the meaning behind this. As usual, your photo-poem pairing make for one precious work of art.Be well, Geo.
Kind Robyn, Thank you. I hope you're fielding a lot of raindrops in Chico. Our drought is over, Hooray!
I see cloudsSometimes doubtSometimes inspirationThat it might rainOr my anticipation might be in vainThese clouds come and goAlmost like a train----There is a classic Indian play called Meghadootam by Kalidas. A man requests the clouds to take his message to his wife somewhere far away. 'Megha' means cloud and 'doot' means a messenger, so it literally translated to the Cloud Messanger. I have never read it, but your poem reminded me of it.
KK, thank you for both your excellent verse and reference to Meghadootam. I learn here!
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