Nimbostratus Cardigan

Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch, but nothing moves today.
– Dr. Seuss

 

 

The sky is infinite in its longing,
full to bursting and ready
to spill,
and I
am many-colored, somber
-songing my way through
clouds and shrouds of sky.

I am hum and thrum and rum
-bled thunder, the spattering
of water
that must
have its own way. I am thread
-ed by breeze and the trees that
wear this ragged raincoat of gray.

 

 

.
written for phoenix rising.

 

 

 

 

This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

8 Responses to Nimbostratus Cardigan

  1. Lily Lau says:

    I like it, thanks for sharing it with us! 🙂

  2. tsdwords says:

    Oh my goodness!! Ragged raincoats on trees– goosebumps me 😉

  3. I love this poem, especially the opening line.

    • You even turned your words gray. 😛

      • espresso and a cherry says:

        I wonder if our words can be gray sometimes. Like, we want to write in all our vibrant colors, freely and with complete abandon, but we put them in a gray straight-jacket, trying to make them conform and behave so that they’ll be presentable and acceptable.

  4. Candy says:

    I always look forward to your posts. This is wonder-
    ful
    grayness

  5. I do hope you got some rain and it was not all for naught. Of course we got this poem, so we definitely got something from it! I like the title as well as the final line – “ragged raincoat.”

Use your words.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.