There were these beautiful clouds this evening. Unfortunately by the time I unearthed the camera the light had started to fade.

PENTAX Digital Camera

PENTAX Digital Camera

PENTAX Digital Camera

PENTAX Digital Camera

Where do the clouds go when they sail out the west

Their sails on fire with the dying sun?

Do they regret their flaming glory when the darkness falls

And turns their burning orange to soft blue grey,

Pale smudges against the velvet night?

Do they wait for the morning, the silent flotilla,

Riding at anchor with the rising moon

Or taking their bearings from the stars above?

They are always there, massed along the sky’s paling rim

Where night ends and the morning begins,

Waiting to hoist their golden sails of sunlight

And sail beyond the dawn, beyond the night

Where dreams are born in the crucible of light.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

14 thoughts on “Clouds”

      1. Yes you’re rigbt! I also think it doesn’t work in prose because its too subjective, too emotional, wbich in a piece of prose would seem too sensational, too self indulgent. I’m talking in general terms here…

      2. I think you’re right there. Prose is supposed to be detached, the author should stay out of it. A story is written for the reader not the author. In poetry you can say exactly what you feel and sod how the reader interprets it πŸ™‚

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