The Little Floating Clouds

The Little Floating Cloud

The little floating clouds
On the horizon, just above
Bring not rainstorms, dark and loud
Only whispered wisps of love

 
 

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21 Replies to “The Little Floating Clouds”

  1. Excellent. Brings to mind –

    I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

    BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

    I wandered lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host, of golden daffodils;
    Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
    Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

    Continuous as the stars that shine
    And twinkle on the milky way,
    They stretched in never-ending line
    Along the margin of a bay:
    Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
    Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

    The waves beside them danced; but they
    Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
    A poet could not but be gay,
    In such a jocund company:
    I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
    What wealth the show to me had brought:

    For oft, when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood,
    They flash upon that inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude;
    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the daffodils.

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          1. No sooner said than done –

            The Immortal Nineteenth Century in One Act

            (Dedicated to K. Brindley)

            Dorothy: Get out of bed, Will! You have poems to write and sheep to cuddle!

            William: Groan. You are the only sheep/I wish to baa baa/But, listen, “Tweet, tweet/Tweet, tweet,” methinks it tells/Of a golden age to come again

            Dorothy: My Word, ’tis but a bird, fix up your rhyme with your porridge and share a bit with that dusty bird – look it shakes off the night it spent in our roof again. Time to put on a new shingle, Will.

            William: Must get ready for Coleridge, sister mine. The Lake air does him much good. Mayhap he leaves his pipe in the city.

            Dorothy: And Byron, ought of him?

            William: I fear they shot his pigeon. Perhaps the mail coach will have something.

            Dorothy: Whatever it is, don’t light the fire with it, brother mine. We are short of paper, you know.

            William: Ay, the back of it will serve for future eyes.

            ___________________________________________________________

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          2. Wait…I hope you didn’t construe it to mean I challenge you. As in, you versus me. No, no… To clarify just in case: the challenge was wholly one-sided to you.

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