Clouds are Always Spelling Something

By lupus tenebrae

Stir my bittersweet affection
then I’ll lend my pallet for a time;
you could be a poet with a prism
and I could turn abstract on a dime.

Save my bittersweet rejection
and save this solitary lie;
that clouds are always spelling something
as abstract puzzles in the sky.

Steal this overcast illusion
then sell my fortune for a breath;
stir the autumn into colour
until I’m all that I’ve got left.

Stir the forest from its silence
then wash the embers from my hair,
note the differences between us;
a paramour and empty flair.

Spare the sentimental verses
I wrote and folded in the light
then neatly placed them in the corner
to watch you take them in the night.

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Published on Saturday, July 19, 2014. Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Originally posted here as an unfinished piece, for awhile, I didn't think I'd ever write again.

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Comments on "Clouds are Always Spelling Something"

On Tuesday, November 20, 2018, carlosjackal (3015) wrote:

Heart, soul and flawless rhythm. The love quatrains have left the station and arrived in Perfectville. Brilliant work that showcases your rare talent.
On Wednesday, October 2, 2013, soul_versing (882) wrote:

"you could be a poet with a prism and I could turn abstract on a dime." Your words are flawlessly structured. Bows-
On Monday, September 30, 2013, Lux (299) wrote:

This was so beautiful. I'd like to be able to comment properly, to tell you all the pretty and captivating spots in the poem that held me in its frame, but for this...there are no words.
On Sunday, September 29, 2013, NikesRain (1298) wrote:

i loved the color you chose, only because after reading it fit this well.... the quiet and somber voice, the ache and texture....this pulls and stirs softly, flowing in its tempo and language...as always, well done