POEM STARTER

Submitted by Hailey

Create a poem about a shape you see in the clouds.

Cloud Conversations

A rabbit drifts past,

no, a ship,

no, maybe it’s me.

Arms stretching into the sky,

fingertips brushing at clouds

before they vanish into whispers.


A jagged mountain cracks open my chest,

and courage leaks out in rivulets

I cannot name,

but feel in my knees,

in the way my hair wants to dance

like flames in a windstorm.


A whale swims overhead, slow and deliberate,

and suddenly I am the ocean,

waves folding me into longing,

into laughter,

into the ache of wanting everything at once.


Sometimes they are just cotton,

soft and absurd,

and I feel relief in my bones

because not every shape must carry meaning.


But mostly,

they speak anyway.

Shapes curling, twisting, fracturing.

I twist with them,

break with them,

curl into their strange, relentless poetry,

until I can’t tell where the sky ends

and I begin.


Maybe that’s the point:

we are all clouds,

all shapes,

all feeling what the world decides to be for us,

and still somehow,

choosing how to float.

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