Changing Outlook

Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~Cloud  (posted by Sumana)
As a cloud you can be an actual cloud, that is a visible mass of condensed watery vapour floating in the atmosphere, above the general level of the ground; wandering in groups or absolutely lonely (may be being watched by some poets, intending to catch you in their lines); you can be a state or cause of gloom, threat; you can grow dim, less transparent as Wikipedia defines you.

“Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud”— Maya Angelou

She walked cloaked in clouds
a vaporous mist
which tinged clay gray,

veiled sight and spirit.
Was she visible
to others this way?

Felt too weak to lift
this constraint alone.
You deserve some gai-

ety, said a voice
in her head. Create
your own; don’t delay.

Looking up she saw
fluffy, puppy clouds.
Fetters fell away.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to Changing Outlook

  1. susanstoo says:

    Blessed Be! I too used the word and idea of “fetters.” But your poem leads to actual freedom, and i LOVE it.


  2. Oh, I LOVE the fluffy puppy clouds! I will look for some!


  3. Marja says:

    Wonderful poem and love the lines ” a vaporous mist which tinged clay gray veiled sight and spirit”


  4. Sumana Roy says:

    Love the rhyme, line-break. Could feel their timeless movements and gaiety. Beautiful.


  5. I also wonder, if the veil would keep others from helping her into visibility, if she ever needed them to…


  6. Myrna says:

    I love the story here. I can relate to it. Puffy clouds make me feel happy.


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