Poetry Blog No 194 High Fly White Clouds

HIGH FLY WHITE CLOUDS

 

This poem starts with the concrete image of clouds 

and ends with metaphysical reflections. Some would 

be critical of that but I believe poetry can have a role 

in philosophical thought. It seems as time has gone by 

there has been a certain sort of academic critic who 

wishes to restrict the role of poetry until there is 

nothing left and all thought must be expressed in 

dreary prose. Yet the thought and its means of 

expression are not ever really separate as any 

translator will discover- hence the problems 

involved in taking a poem from one language

 to another. The poem plays with various line 

lengths and rhythms but keeps the actual lines metrical. 
 

                     HIGH FLY WHITE CLOUDS
High fly
white clouds
in the far sky,
sailing on through
afternoon blue,
like passing thoughts and drifting dreams
across awareness- where it seems
just as an inward sky with signs
of all the happenings of time
upon the calm heights of infinity;
like memory.

High fly
wild clouds
on the blue sky,
ever-changing, none the same,
bringing earth the greening rain,
nourishing,
like all the restless happenings,
like all within our seeing,
giving life to growing 
human spirit being,
upon the calm heights of eternity...

like the world's own
memory.