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A Poem — Strange Clouds – Where are my Sharp Blue Skies?

(Intro to Poem) A few months ago, a Poem came to me, while reading the excellent “Water for Elephants” book, by Sarah Gruen, (without giving the story away), at a certain point, in the story,   Pg 111, the (now old) character says:

…I roll onto my side and stare…at the ‘blue sky beyond… “The sky, the sky, the sky—same as it always was.

I too, remember blue skies, so bright, they hurt the eye—now, but a long-forgotten memory. My answer to his Revelry about the “sameness” of the “blue sky” is stated in the Poem below 

💎STRANGE CLOUDS💎,
by Clarisse Dodge cc 2017 Creative Commons,
See Notes on Bottom, for Additional Info, see note below;

Admiringly-Dedicated to Mr. Dane Wigington, Founder and Tireless Clarion, on these “Strange Clouds” issue of: “Geoengineering Watch Global.”

I don’t know where you’re coming from,
Telling me the skies are always “blue;”


All I can see, in the skies are
cloudy days, when clouds even appear ‘brown’;

When the “blue” does come up,
The sky appears “Faded;
Yet, I’m Old enough to Remember…

Sharp, Clear, Crisp, BLUE Skies,
So Sharp Blue,
it hurt mine own Eyes…,
Those skies, those skies, those skies…

Tho’ Some have Awoken, to the Truth of the Matter,
A Great number o’ Others, still Choose…,
…to continue their Slumber;
Afraid, perhaps, to Face the Unthinkable,
they cannot yet Abide.

These sleepy Ones, bury their heads, in the sand!

WHAT, EXACTLY, I ASK MYSELF,
will it take, to Gently—oh, so gently,
Help’m to Remember, they’re but Slumbering,
and it’s past the Waking-up and Act Time?

For, You See, Neither them,
nor the Maleficent, amongst us…,
Comprehend All These,
last, but a Moment!

When the Sun Shines through, once again;
And the Unusual, Strange Clouds are No More;
What a Marvelous Sky, Indeed,


We’ll have, to Witness…,

AS IT BRIGHTENS, TRUE, CLEAN, and CRISP,
or, WITH TRUE, LIFE-GIVING, LIVING CLOUDS;

A Sky SO DEEP, and BLUE,
as if a liquefied Blue Topaz Gem was Spread
from East to West, from North to South…,
and Everywhere in between.

(Mr. Jankowsky), I Know, from mine Own Eyes,
how Priviledged You’ve been,
never to’ve seen—with a horrified Mind,
that “sameness” of the skies;

be flogged by sordid planes,
playing “Tic-Tac-Toe,”
crisscrossing each other’s Long White Trails,
even making shapes, that could pass,
(I kid you not):
Like your Sacred “Star of David,”


or creating spiralled clouds,
such as I’d never seen my entire life.
I would, That I could Return
to my Youth’s Crisp, Blue Skies,
for I’m Loathe of looking up,
and seeing instead an “opaqued” Sun,
and “Pale Blue” sky…).
~~~~

(NOTE: except for Intro), Permission is Granted for Copying, Duplication, and Divulgation, provided it includes Attribution, esp, to Ms Gruen’s Book’s Character which Inspired it: “Water for Elephants.” And The Dedication to Former Weathercaster, Mr. Dane Wigington, a True Hero, in his Own Right.

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Lovely Short Dream Lesson I’ve Found

While leafing through an old Notebook–filled with Poetry, Insights, Essays, etc–I came Across this very short, May 20, 2004 Entry of a Dream Lesson I’d woken-up with, in my head. Here it is:

“To whom do you offer assistance?” Was the question posed by the Traveler;

“To Everyone, according to Their needs,” was the reply given.

__________________
Do with this what you may! ma89🌸

Since my Knowings of Life, give me an Understanding that: “Coincidences are God’s way of pointing us into a certain action, or direction,” I tend to Follow the .

I was actually looking for a Poem I wished to Post, and ran straight into this Dream, instead. It would be Nice if whoever this Entry Speaks to, or be Useful for, in some ways, to let us know, and see where it takes us.

Have a Lovely Day, filled with the Principles of the Sanskrit word: “Namastè” ma89🌸

Gorgeous, Calm Sea. Photo by Adam Dodge, cc ça. 2009 Seattle, WA, USA

A cute Lit’l Poem I’d Forgotten about!

Remmemmemmember
a Poem cc (2008 Copyleft)* by Clarisse L Dodge Continue reading A cute Lit’l Poem I’d Forgotten about!

NOTE: The first Para on this Blog is in my Reply to John in his Blog:

…As for the Typos in my own post, those are my Own “Bad,” for I’m still learning how to use WordPress, and “Index-Typing” on my Phone.
As for the Texting, Yeah, I get your Point loud and clear, except my Native Language (Portuguese) IS by its very Nature a Wordy Language–something I’ve never been capable of learning to Undo, even after learning in College to use the “Inverted Pyramid Writing Style,” (Journalism).
This is why I’ve turned to Poetry, I can say far more, implying much, without saying as much. OTOH 😉 I’ve never taken a Poetry class in my Life, and have only come to appreciate it late in Life. I’m also self-learning Haikus, to Communicate with one of my Sons, who lived in Japan five years, and who has the gift of Brevity in his Writing.

Feeling Like Poetry today😉

Between Christmas 2012, and Spring 2014, I had a Lovely Dating Friendship with Someone, I’ll call Martin*, who had two Saphyres for Eyes. I nicknamed him “Caribbean Eyes.” By about six months, I’d written a record Eight Poems, five about his eyes, alone. The Poem below–written March 20, 2013–is one of those five:

“Sees”
by Clarisse L Dodge cc, (copyleft with attribution). 2013 (Dedicated to “Martin*”)

Let me spy
into these Seas;
Let me step (gently)
Onto these waters;
Let me Wade (waist-high),
Into these Tides;
Let me Revel (ever so fully),
Into the Gorgeousness…,
(of these seas)
At once Transluscent, Deep,
…Gently-Expressive;

The most Gorgeous Set of Sees
I’ve ever seen!

The “sees” which tho’ not “seas,”
Look just like one;
A Sea of Beauty, Wonder and Color,
The Caribbean Sea,
Which Your “sees”
bring to mind,
Each time
I look at you!
😘
_________
* “Martin” is a Fictitious Name, for a Very Real Individual, and Friend, who–though now dating Someone else–is still a Great Friend.