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the sky was that colour
it only ever can be
immediately after rain
up ahead
crossing that vast blue plain
a buffalo herd of huge white clouds
galloping away from me
chuckling
looking back
over their shoulder
from that silent thundering
at the landscape left shimmering
in the wake
of their attack
lightning-strike
of realization
snap shot
from the mind's eye camera
how beautiful this all is
what huge fun
this world we live in
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Wonderful, beautiful imagery. I really loved this. I fail at nature pieces, so this was amazing. And also I can't read most of your poems because they're tagged adult, so I'm glad I found this. I like your opening lines, how you let us imagine the color of the sky. The description of the buffalo was also beautiful.
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Poetry
Poetry: The art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts. literary work in metrical form; verse.
Prose: The ordinary form of spoken or written language, without metrical structure, as distinguished from poetry or verse. Matter-of-fact, commonplace, or dull expression, quality, discourse, etc.
I just thought someone needs to start telling people on here the type of work they are writing. This is a Prose piece not a poem.
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Ya know what...
That was just mean. I did not mean that this is not a poem really. I actually like your writing quite a bit. Even if you did say my poem sucked.
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hey W,
I try to write about nature and i always fail. I end up writing cliches. This however was a pretty cool poem. The idea of a herd of clouds made me want to go out and see if i'd find anything like it.
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hey W
not bad for a nature poem. there's something primordal about clouds that i think is part of our DNA from logging long hours in open plains. anyway a nice, light and airy poem now lets get back to pain.
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hi wind;
this must be a metaphor for a surprise air attack during war,it cant just be about buffalo,
I love the sarcastic irony of the last stanza,
the entire poem is exceptional(IMHO)
The first stanza is a huge clue as to the nature of the metaphor as the sky can be many colours after rain but it can only ever be one colour if the rain is bombs
anyway,i hope i`m right,it will mean i can appreciate great poetry more,either way i really enjoyed it
see you later
Rhet
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Only water bombs
Hey Rhet. No, no bombs falling I'm afraid. The 'attack' was water pistols only. I was out on my bike and the rain cleared to bright blue skies with those big white clouds clearing away in the distance. It just struck me how the looked like a herd. The pleasantness of the day made the recent rain feel like mischief more than party-pooping. And it's a fact that the blue of ths sky is particularly intense just before and after rain (the low atmospheric pressure allowing sharper vision).
But all interpretations are valid where art is concerned. So as long as you concede this is a work of art, we're BOTH in clover! Thanks for checking it out. >W<
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