Cloud Speak

ImageClouds, that shifting choreography in the sky, wispy, runic, rippling, changing,

Clouds as portents, omens, hints, signs of direction, currents, particular landscapes.

Clouds rich with story.

Those rolling thuderclouds in the American South West; the busy chatter of clouds in Hong Kong. Victoria Peak lost in cloud. Or the single line of clouds out to sea from here,  past Granite Island, like the hills of  thousands of years ago, when Kangaroo Island was part of the mainland, a forgotten horizon remembered in clouds, by clouds.

And now, the cloud, the virtual world of data storage, different stories, more and more. Never before have so many parts of our lives had so much potential to be collected, layered, organised, be retrieved.

As we live lives increasingly distanced from the natural world, so that world appears in language in vastly different contexts – the cloud, electronic ‘footprints’.

Our lives, data stacked.

A thin, lone cloud passes overhead here, a brief flirtation with shade in the garden, before the return of heat.

Different worlds, different access points.

 

 

About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.
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2 Responses to Cloud Speak

  1. Grey Wolf says:

    The langue,parole, imagery,rhythm and flow of this poem works well-you continue to open worlds,and take the reader to new heights,new depths.
    It is an honour and a privilege to know you and to partake of your poetry. It reached deep into the heart,and rips out every blackness, heals the mind in gentle,strong waves.
    Beautifully choreographed movement.
    Love the use of clouds, and culture in this evocative,contemporary piece!
    Grey Wolf

  2. Grey Wolf says:

    When reading aloud,the rollicking lilt produces undertones of Judith Beveridge, one of Australia`s finest poets. In particular, and in part,if you listen to her recitation(online) of “Rain”.

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