My problems are clouds.
They're shaped differently everyday
It's impossible to anticipate what they'll be tomorrow.
Some days there are many, all intersecting
Some days there are just a few,
They seem small and very far apart
Some days they are dark,
Full of rain that pours down.
I have trouble imagining they'll ever go away.
Of course, there are those glorious days
When there is not a cloud in the sky,
I can hardly remember what they look like
On the clear days, I can see with perspective
how they come and go in different forms
They never last for long.
My problems are clouds.
--Lisa Weiman
1 comment:
Ilove how this poem mimics the poem "My Heart" by Cassie Plett. The clouds are a symbol for problems meaning the sky is a symbol for the personal life. When there isn't a cloud in the sky, everything seems to be going right in your life, that doesn't happen very often, but when it does life is bliss. I am very impressed how this poem interacts with the poem you are focusing on. Great job.
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