This week I found myself moved by Valentina Gnup's "A Thousand Possible Clouds". I love how the poem tantalizes me first with imaginative yet apt description and then takes me to a much deeper and unexpected place. The poem entices my eyes and my ears with a delicate mixture of images and abstracts, and then cunningly captures my heart. The picture is "What the Cloud Doesn't Do", courtesy of Alexander Haislip. and TECH-CRUNCH.
A THOUSAND POSSIBLE CLOUDS
Go find a pencil
the world is a terrible first draft.
When you write a story, you have choices—
horizon, chickweed, loneliness,
a copse of trees harbors soldiers
stealthily as a virus invades a body
or holds redwoods, gentle as grandparents,
collecting their centuries in a map of pale rings.
Listen, a foghorn beyond the fields
moans like an animal suffering
the sky has surrendered its hours
or exploded into a thousand possible clouds.
The children on the road far behind you
have lost their parents, their country—
someone got too greedy
someone believed he knew what was right.
Or they’re your children on that road
carrying home blackberries to make cobbler—
cut the butter into the flour, stop to kiss
the swirled crowns of their heads.
Today on Rattle: Posted July 27, 2017
Ekphrastic Challenge, June 2017