Vanishing Vapors with Mister Van Gogh
by Darryl Price
These clouds are what I have
with me. Their language is mine
but it is drying today as
we speak. I catch the darkening
sparks, but that's not to be
your concern. I am sure you
shall go on. What I want
is to deliver your song. I
doubt it is for anybody else.
Clouds are good at pretending. Don't
they know why I'm making all
these cryptic statements? I suppose they
add up to something being said.
Clouds make me want to hide
but not because I'm sad. These
ones have chosen me without knowing
me, yet my choice is out in
the open. This mass has no
place in my loneliness, but here
they swarm like huge golden flies.
The clouds give no sign of
love--is that too much of
an ache I wonder? I hope
they know that they're appreciated. Clouds
are all I have to keep
my need at bay, and I'm
feeling like this poem anyway.
Sitting and staring at their ambiguity
I find I'm still where I
was, waiting for the actual, honest
shake from someone. The spots have all
changed. There are no longer steps
to climb, only disembodied lost houses.
Clouds have joined with something far
off now, flying away. For clouds
have done their best, it is.
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Author's Note
Where is the love? I wish I knew. Sometimes I think it's in me. Sometimes I hope it's well and in you.
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...I really don't know clouds, at all. Yeah. *
Ahh... Joni Mitchell, thanks Mathew for referencing her. Darryl, this is among your wonderful, dazzling poetic prose...clouds are my buddies, too. I love to stare up at them for hours, and have since I was a child. *
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<i>The spots have
changed. There are no longer steps
to climb, only lost disembodied houses.
</I> Great. "*"
"Clouds have joined with something far/
off now, flying away."
Speaks for me especially.
"Clouds are all I have to keep
my need at bay, and I'm
feeling like this poem any way."
Nice work*
Whoosh, I love this. I love the meta feeling of it, the poet is the poet's words. I am probably mangling this by trying to put my own feeling into it, Darryl, nevertheless I feel I can relate to it so much.
This: "Clouds
are all I have to keep
my need at bay, and I'm
feeling like this poem any way.
Sitting and staring at their ambiguity
I find I'm still where I
am, waiting for the actual, honest
shake from someone."
Fantastic.