The Lachrymose Nephologist

A cloud floats wispy high and white

Pure in a clean blue sky

A sky too blue to shed a tear

A sky that can never cry

The cloud now sees another there

Pure in a clean blue sky

They smile and drift and join each other

In a sky that still can’t cry

And now the cloud becomes a shape

Less pure in a clean blue sky

More clouds start merging soft together

In a sky that is yet to cry

The clouds are thick and full and low

Dark in a grey blue sky

The light almost hidden behind the veil

Of a sky preparing to cry

Now clouds are all that can be seen

No blue in a grey black sky

No sunlight in a broken world

As the sky begins to cry

A cloud floats wispy high and white

Pure in a clean blue sky

The storm passes over clearing the air

In time the tears will dry

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7 Responses to The Lachrymose Nephologist

  1. emmylgant says:

    Hauntingly beautiful.


  2. mixedupmeme says:

    This poem about clouds is very nice I agree

    Sad clouds happy clouds whatever you see

    But could you tell me if you foresee

    If any clouds will come crying on me?

    We are parched here. 😦 😦


  3. pennycoho says:

    Hey there, beautiful but serious thoughts indeed. Waiting for the next “Bee” post, Brian! 🙂


  4. Christina ~ says:

    This is just so exquisitely beautiful…full circle. Beautiful photos with such descriptive words…thank you for taking me on this journey friend! Hugs ~


  5. ~Lady Day says:

    I adore this. Love the metaphoric trip with the literal. Love that. 🙂


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