Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Cloud Cover (Poem)

Cloud Cover

Embedded,
I cannot read

the cloud
shedding

what's pulled
from the sea.

From inside
the storm center

the eye's not
on me

my splash made
not counted.

© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas

18 comments:

  1. Simple, yet haunting -- we can't read the rain, we're not the eye inside the storm.

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  2. "From inside the storm center"

    how beautiful.

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  3. oh i like all your splashes.

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  4. Very poised, very balanced, yet underneath there's a current of something deeper, belonging to that force that both pulls and sheds the rain. Lovely cadence, also.

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  5. splash made from a direct piece, nicely done!

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  6. Draws a beautiful picture of the water cycle

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  7. simple - balanced - with edge and craft you present a very subtle poem which is very distictive and cool

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  8. i sure want my splash to count for something...though i dont mind if the eye is on me...smiles.

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  9. wonderfully creative perspective...

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  10. I read this three times, and each time, I kept thinking about the times I wanted to see -- or be seen. But it's not always right or proper to do/be either.

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  11. A beautiful moment of smallness and bigness.

    Elegant and simple:

    the cloud
    shedding

    what's pulled
    from the sea.


    I'll carry that with me today. Thank you.

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  12. I love all the splashed in the water and enjoyed so much reading your poem. Maybe it is better to not be seen but then on the other hand everyone wants to be seen.
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/20/the-fait-of-our-lands/#comment-1018

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  13. I admire the simplicity of your approach. Gentle, but dynamic verses.

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  14. Your splash counts with ME, and always will!!

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  15. Your beautiful and deliberate forms force the reader to slow down, contemplate, wait, hold her breath. You set this up beautifully:

    Embedded,
    I cannot read

    the cloud
    shedding

    what's pulled
    from the sea.

    I see at the very least a chapbook of recent work waiting in the wings. Thanks so much for your comment on my poem today-- I worked a bit harder on it-- btw added you to what looks like a great group but feel free to d-add if you like-- I think you'd build even more audience for this blog linking there. xxxj

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  16. Beautiful. Deliberate. As I read, I feel as if I am being pulled under...

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