Least Read Poems About Clouds

What teasing tempting lines they draw
These gauzy winds that half withdraw
Blow lightly to reveal the forms
Of soft smooth hips that dance, perform
with hordes of visions in the sky
baring breasts & waist & thigh
But, look! the images break & cry
As o’er this lone expanse they fly
Each curved cloud wafts in solo dance
Condemned to pleasure by her hands
Alone with none to view the pose & form
Drifting above this desert, lost, wasted, forlorn
Would wondering eyes pause to care
Look up to see brave beauty, bare? ...

the metamorphosis of water droplets
high up in the sky
in symbiotic relationship
with the air that's blowing by

shape-shifting ephemeral images
for anyone to view
'all the world's a stage'... above
there's always something new

dragons, angels, jellyfish
UFOs and more
inkblots in the heavens -
that's what they are for

expanding collective consciousness
lifting up our minds
elevating vision
as separateness unwinds

with the metamorphosis of water droplets
high up in the sky
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