Teen Corner

An Ode to the Clouds…

by Josephine Dzielski

To the Ones who hate rain:
Continuous strands
of grey stuffed clouds anger
all athletes and Sunday drivers.
Where is your kindness to skies?
Cerulean sky that gives a good crop;
a sky that gives you anger and love.
To the skies that give you imagination!

To the imaginative clouds:
Playful watchers,
the eyes of the young.
Imagine animals from your simple shapes.
A monster is formed from the dark spots.
Eyes of blue created
by your clear spaces.
Children can make anything of you.

To the burning fighters:
Head butting strangers-
one cold one warm-
create fire in one hand:
on the tips of a tree’s branch fingers.
The hot light comes down to burn
the stretched fingers of a trunks hand
and soon after is the angered
voice of the fight.
Loud, and proud,
hand clenching screams of thunder.

To not enough rain:
A yellow
sand covers any green
grass. An orange
light swarms the blues
of sky. A red
ball murders any grey
clouds.

An Ode to the Clouds…

To cloud killers:
Pine trees sink needled teeth
into the horizon. Almost tasting
the water filled grey clouds; devouring
forests can’t take the rain cloud’s lives;
but gravity can. When rain clouds die,
lush, gravity defying, forests live.

To the light killing clouds:
No sign of sympathy
when they fill the sky:
dark and unwelcoming.
Blocking the sun’s view
of the world it must keep alive.
On a sunny day, black
clouds bring red rain.

To the surplus of rain:
To capture
you in perfect quality
would we in the eye of a storm.
To capture
you in perfect quantity
would be in my own backyard

To those who cannot fight them:
Zeus, God of Thunder,
did not toy
with the clouds
for he knew
they were far
more powerful
than he.