Storm Clouds

Storm clouds move in from the west
the stray cat sheltered eats from a bowl

I study how ballads and satires come to mean
more than words or rhyme

You can say a poet makes magic
a good poet serves a long apprenticeship
learning the tools of poetic craft

The etymology of ‘poem’ has a long history
from ‘to pile up, build, make’

Ancient poets admired for piling of words
and sounds and rhythm
something created in a pattern new
and pleasing

A change like the buildup of clouds
moving overhead bringing rain, snow
brought by the wind.

The poet is the wind who brings the new change
for those who feel and see and sense
music and magic.

◄ School started yesterday

Comments

K. Lynn

Mon 5th Dec 2022 03:51

Thank you, everyone, for your thoughtful comments and for reading this poem.

And thank you, Write Out Loud, for giving us the space to read and write.

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Hélène

Sun 4th Dec 2022 16:52

A really wonderful poem...I felt the clouds, the stray cat, the wind...the poet. Beautiful.

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keith jeffries

Sun 4th Dec 2022 11:13

"a good poet serves a long apprenticeship", these words immediately caught my attention. Poets are prophets, people filled with perspicacity and highly observant, those who read and write between the lines. Your poem does this
Thank you
Keith

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 4th Dec 2022 09:41

I love the intelligence of this poem, K Lynn. It packs so much into a short space. The magical and musical sense of poetry is so satisfying, and so hard to achieve.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Sun 4th Dec 2022 07:33

A (poetic) question occurred to me recently.

"Has the exact shape of a cloud ever been repeated...ever ever?"
The answer is, "probably not".

And yet; they do have a pattern; clouds do have typical recognisable shapes according to the kind of weather they bring / coincide with.

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