Clouds
a stream-of-consciousness poem
The sun looks
buttery today—
and the clouds of this
September sky appear as
flakes of popcorn strewn across
a waning, pastel blue— all
bleeding into
the arms and breath of space,
forever
I want to be up there, among them—
gliding with
the southbound geese and
seraphim,
not a care or worry in
the world—
and I wonder: would
they know I don’t
belong there (if)
I was to suddenly be
weightless?
The shapes of ice cream cones now
huddle by
the pale, half-moon: she
lingers there,
like a whisper on
the daytime’s lavish canvas—
why does she insist on staying there like that—
like a pallid, faint tattoo?
Sometimes I think she loves the sun too much,
as I do—
and that she’s undesired by the catatonic
night,
which holds her far-away side captive
If Anthony were here, I’d point her out to him—
(the moon, that is) and
watch his little face light up:
brighter than the Autmun’s soft, docile glow
right now,
and let her know we see her—
that she’s not alone
A panda bear— ivory tuffs in love with
cotton rain, arises on the edge of my
peripheral
I do not see a
shoot or budding bloom of bamboo in
the marbled mist, but then the
wind shifts, (and)
I remember,
in September, the
world is full
of apples
And I think that if I had
a little apple-blossom of my own,
I’d want to spend some time here painting all
these geese and clouds—
teaching him or her about how
the changing sky is
nothing less than picturesque,
and peaceful
Butter turns to marmalade—
the figures in the clouds now creped
with stains of apricot, and my
pareidolia has me outline
hornets chasing honeybees in heaven’s playground while
I dream of you, sweet pea
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-Gina C. 🧚♀️✨
About the Creator
Gina C.
Poet | Author | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, origin, metamorphosis, resilience, language & love via fantasy, myth, magical realism & botanical prose
Writing my novel!🧚🏻♀️🐉✨
Comments (12)
A delightful stream of consciousness! I even learnt a new word… pareidolia! You could enter it in Penny Fuller’s A-Z of. Unusual Words challenge when it reaches P!😃.
Excellent Gina! This is a great example of stream of consciousness, and I like how it feels tangential, changing tempo, and questioning. Some fantastically visual descriptions in here, like clouds as flakes of popcorn, and that last line is especially soothing to read. Well done:)
I really like the butter turns to marmalade line.
Such great anchoring imagery woven throughout to make it such a pleasant stream of consciousness to sail! Great work, Gina!
Stunning poem!! Loved every bit of the imagery and your word choices. Just loved this to pieces!! I hope it places :)
Oooo, butter turns to marmalade, I love that line! This was such a gorgeous poem!
This is wonderfully executed and I have a new word now, 'pareidolia'! The theme of this is perfect for the challenge, too. Thoughts always drift easily when observing the clouds.
Wow. That's all.
This is brilliant, Gina, and your words flow so beautifully there's no rhyme needed. Stunning imagery, too!
This took me back to a September day in Ft. Wayne when I was nine. My mother and I lie on a blanket at the park outlining figures in the sky while my dad taught my younger siblings how to fly kites. I know it was later September because my birthday was two weeks away and we had just talked about who I was inviting when we made the commitment to enjoy the sky. Your free form is as engaging as those that have more structure and I applaud you! SUCH a beautiful poem! Thanks for the memory I had forgotten. 🥰
Fabulous!!! Loved your stream of consciousness poem!!!❤️❤️💕
oh my you're on fire, Gina! this is ethereal, enchanting and exquisite!