Deep in to caring for my mom with dementia, her favorite things was to sit outside and watch the clouds. I think she felt safe in their ability to allow her to be in sync with her mind. She would have loved this poem and so do I. Many thanks.
I love this poem and am so very, very grateful to have received it this morning. Life and death truly are on the same string- Your words resonate deeply “….our going up becomes our coming down…that we might bless the dust of earth... and through our blessing lift it up again… to float across the sky. Phyllis, thank you . . .
That is a fine poem, acknowledging the peacefulness of the natural world, the karma of earth's rhythms, and coming 'round to reflect on all of us, most especially the poet. thanks.
Love this so much! Clouds fascinate me and I once wrote a whole essay about that in heaven we get our own clouds to ride....this was obviously when I still thought clouds were solid and not the scientific reality that clouds actually are. The artist Emil Nolde paints the most beautiful clouds and they just lift my spirit - as does this poem. Thank you!!! I am so grateful for you!
Lovely poem, Phyllis! That spacing really gives the effect of clouds scooting across the sky. And I particularly love your opening lines:
You can’t see the currents you ride
Strange rivers of wind
Over the curve of the earth
Along with that "gravity of loss." Oh, yes, oh, yes. Thank you!
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. As I read it I was lifted right up there and felt quite ‘fluffy’.
Deep in to caring for my mom with dementia, her favorite things was to sit outside and watch the clouds. I think she felt safe in their ability to allow her to be in sync with her mind. She would have loved this poem and so do I. Many thanks.
A beautifully uplifting metaphor for even the most down times. Thank you. ⛅️
A beautiful poem Phyllis. Light but heavy! Thank you!
I love this poem and am so very, very grateful to have received it this morning. Life and death truly are on the same string- Your words resonate deeply “….our going up becomes our coming down…that we might bless the dust of earth... and through our blessing lift it up again… to float across the sky. Phyllis, thank you . . .
That is a fine poem, acknowledging the peacefulness of the natural world, the karma of earth's rhythms, and coming 'round to reflect on all of us, most especially the poet. thanks.
Beautiful, Phyllis! Beautiful!
Lovely images
Wonderful poem Phyllis!
Thank you, Phyllis 🙏
That really is comforting, soothing and beautiful. Love this
Love this so much! Clouds fascinate me and I once wrote a whole essay about that in heaven we get our own clouds to ride....this was obviously when I still thought clouds were solid and not the scientific reality that clouds actually are. The artist Emil Nolde paints the most beautiful clouds and they just lift my spirit - as does this poem. Thank you!!! I am so grateful for you!
HD N H!