by Maureen Glaude
If you were here, now
I would ask you
why the clouds are male
the rains female
what did old Asia mean
is it the way the clouds transform?
lonely loomers heavy in thought
gathering particles of moisture
to drop in orchestrated
as vapor reaches the critical point?
down to an audience below?
is it how they sometimes billow
aloft in blue, as huge white pillows?
or scud mysteriously in turmoil
grey turned to black and ominous?
in cumulus or stratus, cirrus or nimbus?
making a mark to say theyre there?
what types of clouds are men, really?
Are rains female for
the dew poured from these ribs?
because they weep a thousand tears
and wet the womb of worlds?
can turn to ice or sprinkle warm-soft
decorated by a bow through sun
in every color?
Is it that she sheds her blood of water in cycles,
dampening ground until dry ground returns again.
Without the cloud, no rain
Without the rain, why hang a cloud?
the mix of pressures dust and air flow
the intercourse, then detachment?
and so the yin and yang
Oh Basho, I would wish you here
to tell me all the X's and Y's
of your sexy skies
Posted on 10/12/2003
Copyright © 2021 Maureen Glaude
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Laura Doom on 10/12/03 at 06:47 PM|
This is how I would choose to discover the intricacies of climatic lore...indescribably warm and moist.
|Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/12/03 at 07:30 PM|
WELCOME ... HOME *hug*.... this is my second reading of this and I find it as heart touching as the first.. Such tenederness, yearning wonder, how is it you manage to take the reader to the farest relm of thought and wonder... *soft smile* you are a true poetess... welcome home dearest friend
|Posted by JD Clay on 10/13/03 at 03:55 AM|
If anyone would know, it would be he. And he would undoudtedly leave us to figure it out for ourselves in the end, just as you have, with reason to ponder. There seemed to be a giant piece missing in your absence, Mo. I am delighted to see you join us once again.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/13/03 at 02:32 PM|
Lively thought provoking piece. Yes, welcome back Ms. Glaude. :o)
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/15/03 at 11:21 AM|
welcome back Maureen and this poem illustrates how much we readers missed in your absence.
|Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 10/16/03 at 04:35 PM|
An eloquent reflection, captivating and whimsical metaphor of nature and the sexes (the "intercourse", indeed) and the wordplay of the ending lines is great. It's so good to have one of Pathetic's great talents back in the fold.... d:-)
|Posted by Vimal Rony on 10/18/03 at 07:15 PM|
I didn't know u were back.What a very pleasent surprise,Maureen :)I am so glad.This poem is fresh,unique and excellent like the way u always write.Ty.