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on clouds and delirious windmills
by Glenn CurrierDid you ever want
to catch a cloud
box it for a summer day
taste cool cirrus wind
converse with a cardinal
on his papal ambitions
your passion and desire
to stroke red feathers
languor with plumeria
try to bloom
in potted soil
crack listless books
roll up the pavement
hear muted hoofs
on a dusty road
read the life of sweaty leather
pin yesterday’s sins
to a rainbow
ride the amber blades
of a delirious windmill?
That is why
God evolved poets and Darwin
joy and wildness
and human imagination. 08/04/2010 Posted on 08/04/2010
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/04/10 at 05:02 PM I've tried to bloom some where for so long and now I don't recall which weed or flower I'm supposed to be. Good write Glenn. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 08/04/10 at 05:13 PM Always a pleasure to read your work, Glenn. This is certainly no exception. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/05/10 at 01:21 AM I was wondering how I evolved, Glenn..thank you for answering that age-old question..:) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/05/10 at 02:41 PM Great zest for life expressed in this poem filled with delightful analogies! |
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