Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Cloud

                This is a poem I cannot take full credit for. My classmates and I collaborated to create this poem. We were imitating the style of a poem called “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” as we passed this paper around the class to create a poem. I don’t really enjoy this style of writing and found the original poem quite odd. I didn’t understand the point.

 

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Cloud

 

With the birds in the sky

Between the earth and the sun

Rest the clouds

 

Webs of dreams appear

Illuminating the desires of many

They sat there in the sky waiting to

Dissolve if and when they came true

They were as light as the clouds

 

The cloud clears its throat

And clearly dictates his monologue of nature

The rain crashes down

And the wind applauds the wonderful performance

 

First, I see a sailboat

But then I see a fish

I love how they change so beautifully

Clouds shifting is pure bliss

 

Laying my head in the soft grass

I watched as clouds pass me by

Before long the sun is gone

And my day is done

Clouds have covered the light

With looming shapes

The sun is gone

And the world is dark

 

The clouds

Miraculously open up

Shrouding him in a

Burst of sunshine

Lending a momentary

Halo of light

 

The peaceful melodies woven against the sky

Thin wisps rise and fall as the

Wind weaves a soft tune through the clouds

 

The cloud only slightly

Mimicked your face

Which made me shed a

Single tear

Which then another cloud mimicked

 

At the sight of Zeus

Flying across the clouds

Even the smallest object

Would bow to its feet

 

As Jack climbed the bean

It grew and it grew

Until the very tip passed through the clouds

 

With the clouds covering the sun

The ground hog came out

Not a shadow in sight

 

I looked up in the sky

Wondering when the cloud shaped like a bee

Would make its way around the world

And finally back to me.