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A Black Little Rain Cloud...
Man, I wish I was a cloud.
Just forever adrift, aimlessly.
Going with the flow.
The life.
What do they taste like though?
Are they sweet and melt on your tongue or soft and fluffy?
I don't know man.
I'll tell you this.
I don't like those planes man.
Like, they are hogging up the whole sky.
Getting in my view man.
I'm just trying to enjoy the clouds.
A good day for me is the sun beaming down.
As I float down the imaginary lane.
What does that cloud look like?
A rabbit?
A peace sign?
The answer is a cloud...
Just forever adrift, aimlessly.
Going with the flow.
The life.
What do they taste like though?
Are they sweet and melt on your tongue or soft and fluffy?
I don't know man.
I'll tell you this.
I don't like those planes man.
Like, they are hogging up the whole sky.
Getting in my view man.
I'm just trying to enjoy the clouds.
A good day for me is the sun beaming down.
As I float down the imaginary lane.
What does that cloud look like?
A rabbit?
A peace sign?
The answer is a cloud...
Published 23rd Jan 2022
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23rd Jan 2022 3:20am
23rd Jan 2022 4:00am
Dear C,
I really enjoyed this poem. I agree, to drift as a cloud does look like the life. Free from the toxicity of humans. Charming write. H🌷
I really enjoyed this poem. I agree, to drift as a cloud does look like the life. Free from the toxicity of humans. Charming write. H🌷
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- Edited 23rd Jan 2022 5:12am
23rd Jan 2022 4:32am
Clouds are potentially useful things to imagine oneself engaging with. Movement, perception, continuum, imagination, sunlight, breeze shifts, watch the birds in flight, what is the weather, is phenomenology talking? Look, it's a dragonfly! Gaze brought down to earth by movement of gossamer wings nearby shifts to surface of water, observes all of the above again through reflections there.
Is. phenomenology. speaking.
...Phenomenology first spoke to me when I was seven. I met a deer She pieced together just for me. The deer was waiting anxiously for me to come to it, that it might share the message Phenomenology above, in the sky, had prepared for me. Her materials were my own seven year old alive perspective, and pieces of nature, against a waterway.
We returned to the same spot in Florida two years later. The first thing I did as soon as I could get away was to run down the lane, excited, hopeful that the deer would still be there, fearful that she wouldn't.
She was still there, or at least the arrangement was, but She, the living deer, was nowhere to be seen. I knew a sadness of disappointment, a sudden emptiness I would have to know how to overcome, but I also recognized that it was in a way as it should have been at that moment. For I could recognize there were components to the first experience which were missing in this second, and I saw by their absence how, were those components suddenly to have been made extant , they would fit. I saw where they were not and I committed that to memory.
Clouds. Hanuman lives up there, along with many of the others. So they say.
Is. phenomenology. speaking.
...Phenomenology first spoke to me when I was seven. I met a deer She pieced together just for me. The deer was waiting anxiously for me to come to it, that it might share the message Phenomenology above, in the sky, had prepared for me. Her materials were my own seven year old alive perspective, and pieces of nature, against a waterway.
We returned to the same spot in Florida two years later. The first thing I did as soon as I could get away was to run down the lane, excited, hopeful that the deer would still be there, fearful that she wouldn't.
She was still there, or at least the arrangement was, but She, the living deer, was nowhere to be seen. I knew a sadness of disappointment, a sudden emptiness I would have to know how to overcome, but I also recognized that it was in a way as it should have been at that moment. For I could recognize there were components to the first experience which were missing in this second, and I saw by their absence how, were those components suddenly to have been made extant , they would fit. I saw where they were not and I committed that to memory.
Clouds. Hanuman lives up there, along with many of the others. So they say.
