storm clouds over lake mi 080215
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!
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,
and sense from lies.