The theme for Day 11′s celebrating National Poetry Month is “CLOUDS.” Click HERE for details of this haiku celebration of throughout the month of April.
I’ve always enjoyed staring up at the sky and imaging the clouds are other beings. Seems most often, they become dragons. Wonder why that is?
I stare at the clouds
and imagine dragons there
lightning fills the sky
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I reach out my arm
So close but, so far away
Still I dream of them
It’s amazing how close they can see sometimes, isn’t it?
I’m having a difficult time getting “I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now…” out of my head! But here goes:
Pillows of angels
Harbingers of thunderstorms
Decorating heaven
Whoops! Too many syllables where I change the last line.
Pillows of angels
Harbingers of thunderstorms
Decorating sky
(or “Decorate heaven”)
Honestly, I liked it so much, I didn’t even notice. 🙂
Janet, again, I see how much alike you and I think. When I fly and look out at the clouds, I often imagine angels sitting in the clouds. 🙂
Clouds cover the sun
Play peek-a-boo with the moon
Shade is relative
“Shade is relative.” I really like that, Pam. It’s so metaphorically true. 🙂
my data (and yours)
gathering in The cloud,
will it strike me down?
A different take on “clouds,” Steve. Very clever. 🙂
Funny, I posted a cloud haiku on Twitter this morning, not quite what you had in mind, but…
my neighbor’s plum tree
caught in soft morning sunlight
my head in pink clouds
That IS a funny coincidence, Linda. That is a beautiful haiku–very haiku-like in its vision and simplicity. Love it.
hot sun eclipsed
by the clouds
curled leaves uncurl
Ahhh, Azim. I feel the cool of the eclipse.
those mysterious
white puffs floating endlessly
soon i will ride one
Lewis, like sustainabilitea and me, you see clouds as a kind of heaven. Very nice.
Plane soaring through clouds
of white and grey. Cottonwool.
Bringing me to you.
One goal of haiku is to capture the reader with the last line. Your haiku accomplished that–made me smile. 🙂
🙂
cloud-shapes in the sky
memories of you and me
on our backs, laughing
Your last line also made me smile, Jim. I have memories like that, too. 🙂
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