Sunday, February 15, 2015

Colour my life



I love the clouds                                                        
Playing with this my mind                                        
Matching my mood                                                  
Telling stories                                                           
That none can hear

They're busy today                                                           
And scud across the sky                                        
Others don’t look
Such busy bees                                                        
But I watch them

Dark, dismal clouds
Stratus squats over us
Long faces now
As rain drizzles
On umbrellas

All have coats on
Wispy cirrus so high above
Gloves and scarves
As people freeze
But I still smile

It’s evening
The mackerel sky woos us
Who knows what comes
All clouds thrill me
And colour my life

Image found at www.flickr.com

30 comments:

  1. you've beautifully captivated the moody clouds....

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  2. Mackerel skies...a bizarre and yet wonderful image..and always good to end the day with a smile no matter the colours around us..

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  3. Clouds in all their variations are fascinating.. from the heavy lead to those little pieces of wool racing cross the sky..

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  4. I too find clouds to be an endless source of fascination and beauty.

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  5. Whatever clouds or colors one will always triumph when one decides so! White or dark they are just as reassuring. Wonderful lines Old Egg!

    Hank

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  6. I've got quite a thing for clouds, myself. :)

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  7. mackerel sky....nice description....and i like the clouds as well...they are rather like dreams....molding and shaping and reforming as they move through the sky....

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  8. Sweet! This look up and nod to the changing ceiling of our lives. Fascinating clouds, fascinating poem.

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  9. I specially admire this part:

    The mackerel sky woos us
    Who knows what comes

    Good one ~

    Grace

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  10. I love to look at clouds, their shapes and their colors. They do indeed colour one's life. I can't imagine the sky without clouds.

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  11. 'Playing with this my mind
    Matching my mood
    Telling stories
    That none can hear'

    Sometimes, these are the best conversation one can have. Lovely.

    Poppy

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  12. Clouds on colorful skies are a gift from God/Nature. Isn't it wonderful that we witness such beauty twice a day?

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  13. That final stanza is beautiful, OE. Often those mackerel skies have wooed me. Thank you for reminding me to look up.

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  14. clouds play with wind, matching your mood.

    that's dynamic and imaginative.

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  15. Clouds do like to play with our mind
    as we watch them hover in the sky

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  16. well we all need a bit of that colour

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  17. Well we know where your head is... in the clouds :-)
    ZQ

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  18. OH how I love this! I am a fellow sky-watcher.......the photo is so lovely. I always marvel that people rush about not even noticing the glorious Sky-Show going on above them......favourite line - the "mackerel sky". How perfect! I saw an amazing cloud yesterday and wrote a poem about it.

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  19. Reading your words, I watch the clouds shift and shape in the sky of my imagination. A lovely experience, Robin!

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  20. How wonderful you took the time to look at the clouds when most people would just rush by. I'm a sky watcher, too. It's what poets do :)

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  21. Beautiful. I once followed two colleagues back to our office and the sky was simply amazing. When I walked in, just a few minutes behind them, I gushed about the clouds and asked what they had thought. They just gave me blank stares and asked, "Clouds?" How sad.

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  22. luv luv cloud watching

    have a good week

    much love...

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  23. Loved the picture you drew with all wearing coats, and you still staring and smiling to mackerel clouds...Love the watch clouds too.

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  24. Stunning poem and pic.This is what I deem to be real wealth You cannot buy it !

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  25. Clouds moving like missiles, what a great image.

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