September 26, 2008
Rag Cloud, discovering alittlebit of ness
In this poem, I just thought about the hurricane victims that most media is ignoring
as the great debate in money rages on.
I thought about a rag cloud- its an old term naming those small clouds left over from a gigantic deluge. They, themselves, turn mad and become a hurricane. When I wrote it tonight, I started out with my environment, which helped because I could connect almost everything to a rag cloud.
For example, my sympathy for hurricane victims that media is brushing over, politics, one individual I met recently and one individual from my past, even my children, and the strange day I had with my boss….I’m pretty sure they all are in the rag cloud…yeah.
Rag Cloud
Small and sync
Low, yet high enough
To see me blink up
At it
Might run for cover
But I can’t…
Want to watch what happens
awake
in that firmament
yeah…
pretty sure
its got strength
believes its not
far behind
so it moves slow and alluring
going to find
all the vigor
to collect
and arrest the day…
gathering others
it assumes as itself
that way
until it considers
to be done
in blasts of nature
still I peer
way up there
secured by
watching its approach
…seeing it move
make out
shapes it tries in anger
to be
as it pours down on
me…
just like
its mother
…fucking
weather
Lesleyann-inside-out 