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To paint a cloud

by Keith D Allison

I wonder, how it's done
I stand upon these public lands
staring into the sky
 
The mighty warrior
he is in flight
his mighty eye
his prey in sight
 
He dives upon the land
the squeals of death echoed
I faced the mammoths
whose head rises above the timberline
 
To my left
the clouds grow black
being pierced
by the lightning bolts
 
To my right
the force of white
pours forth, billowing high
gathering strength,  from the aqua sky
 
the mighty eagle stretches forth, to flight
it's prey, covered in crimson drops
life and death
in this Rocky Mountains high
 
I stare upon the sky
wondering how
does one
paint a cloud

08/10/2008

Posted on 08/11/2008
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/11/08 at 12:59 PM

...keith, seems it's painted just the way you're figgering, a dab o' black, a splash o' white, crimson, etc...good capture, if you find out, paint me one!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/11/08 at 02:27 PM

I'd say you've done a pretty good job of painting the clouds with this one Keith.

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