All As I Watched

Cherry

By Bee

Wed, 10 Jun 2015
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12 comments
 

A cloud slept peacefully falling

back over my window's horizon



as it breathed in and out of the blue.

A beautiful profile, opened



and closed its flickering lids

and passed away



fading to the peripheral, just

as another, lovelier still,



swanned in on white wings, absorbed 

in the transient moments



of drifting wonders that blend

our joys with sadness. 



And I sighed at the end of the show;

the mood being sapped by a gathering black



that stood for tomorrow - 

and tomorrow comes - eventually.

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Comments

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

A lovely poem - very melancholy but pretty at the same time. Tomorrow doesn't always bring black though.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Bee on

That's a good reminder. Thanks AE.

Bee

Submitted by socialeaf on

Lovely. The transient moments- life being the journey rather than the destination. Really beautiful. 

Roy 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Roy.

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Oh! Bee,

this is so beautiful and set me off, tears welling up...crying  sorry I will compose myself.

It seems like you're noticing all those little things that we take for granted in our rushing about lives.

Your imagination for the symbol of the cloud swanning in on white wings just took my breath away. Definitely my favourite of yours and so carefully thought out.

Thank you for sharing...you're an angel.  angel

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Jenny. 

Thank you for your lovely words. Glad you liked the cloud swanning in on white wings. I'm pleased that worked as an image. 

X

Bee

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Still do, but I seem to have forgotton to do it recently. I like the way you describe the pleasure and beuty of watching clouds as the take on infinite shapes and then you bring us down to earth and remind us life can be so difficult to hang on to.

(I'm catching up after being aaway for a short while. I hope you are feeling good)

Ed xx

 

Submitted by Bee on

I love to watch them, too. Thanks for reading and finding something to like.

xx

Bee

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

firstly, this is a lovely title... there's a level of angst but it's the thread of thoughts and images conveyed with such economy of words - the truly wonderful 'A beautiful profile, opened/and closed its flickering lids as it passed away' that fills it with life...there is levels of life, moments and thoughts, bottled in this, and that`s a continuing wonder. love your expression.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you for always seeing so much, Stephen.

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

Lovely poignant poem. I like the personified cloud.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Glad you liked it, thanks Jean.

Bee