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This is my first crack at trying a poetry form other than haiku.  This one is called a Minute Poem, and I got it from shadow poetry.com .  Please, any poets, feel free to correct/critique its mechanics!

Clouds

The fluff of clouds are good for things –

they store our wings,

the notes of sings,

and prismed rings.

 

The rain of clouds are good for crops –

a million drops.

They hold the sea

and then break free.

 

The souls of clouds make skies of blue –

the bluebirds’ hue,

the butterflies,

and sense from lies.