Amorphous as the clouds
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Inspired by a Chris A graphic
Amorphous as the clouds above do seem,
their misty spirits rising bid us dream.
My love appears but when I reach for him
the glow that once was there begins to dim.
And as he disappears before my eyes
the wispy cirrus wraps him in disguise
and disappearing, circles round the moon
then carries him away, where cries the loon.
And as the day fades slowly into night
I'm left to long for what once brought delight.
As deafening silence sifts through lonely space
again I see his form, his darling face.
If only he would come and ease the pain
from weakened promises that cause disdain.
But no, I'm left in searing, boundless shock
of icy dark, which creeps inside to mock.
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The poem refers to lost loves and how the memories of them creep into our dreams (day or night), sometimes taking shape, sometimes remaining merely impressions, fliting and fleeting like the clouds. And with the visions may come an old unconscious desire to have that love soothe away the pain or uncertainty present in our lives
Amorphous: lacking definite form; having no specific shape; formless. Also: of no particular kind or character; indeterminate; having no pattern or structure.
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wow...really good...like this one a lot.
First thing I read on HubPages today. This is so absolutely lovely! I KNOW these feelings. I can't even choose a favorite line they are all so beautiful, so full, flowing one into the next, such feelings and images. I feel like I feel the despaire. It is the absolute perfect match for Cris's graphic. I do love your writing. I do I do I do. Jeez I'm so lucky. I feel silly saying this, but what is actually going through my mind right now is, "Look what I get to read! How lucky am I?!" Clap Clap Clap!
I picked the same graphics from Cris as did Ripplemaker, and its so awesome to see how it has stirred up the creative side in all of us! This poem is beautiful, blends in well with the movement of the graphics.
Thumbs up!
Alekhouse, you are good and don't you dare doubt yourself!
Nope, not always easy, and sometimes criticism is hard to take when what you've written is so personal.
Amorphous...I like the sound of that!
I envy those who can rhyme because I can't! LOL Everytime I try, the poem ends up soundlng unnatural, coerced, forced. Oh well, at least I can derive pleasure from others who could and do it well! Thanks for sharing this wonderful read :D
The imagery was vivid and clear.Bravo! You have given a new meaning to poetry and the natural atmosphere. hats off to Chris A too for the inspirational art work.
This is so beautiful. Thank you! I lost my love many years ago and even today I can relate.
Beautifully done AH, there are moments that are wonderful to ponder. :)
I could vividly feel the emotions and power in this darlin'. Good job.
















\Brenda Scully 2 years ago
very very good I am so impressed really wonderful...