No Clouds Allowed

No Clouds Allowed
(c) 2006 Mark Pearce

No clouds allowed.
No clouds – Allowed.
Only blue skies.
Only the proud.

Only lush grass
And verdant trees.
Only red flowers
And stingless bees.

No harsh winds
Only a breeze.
No cold nips
Pruning green-leafed trees.

No harsh nights
Nor sweltering days.
No heads down.
No foggy haze.

No clouds allowed and
No sad tears.
No worried frowns and
No bad fears.

Time passes
In such idyllic fashion
Then – the awakening.
A mass “Ah-HA” occurs.

No clouds allowed means
No fresh air.
No lush grass,
No bees to care.

No cold nights.
No snow to fall.
Bone dry trees
Which burn and fall.

No sad times mean
No better times ahead.
No clouds allowed
Makes a living, breathing being –
Dead.

This poem is beautiful

Marxguy, i just LOVE this. i read it over 3 times. i love how you start out and tell us that no clouds would be great, but then tell us how we NEED the clouds in so many ways. great idea for a poem!
your poems make me smile.
Linda

No Clouds Allowed

Thanks Linda.

I think this is one of the primary works where I discovered that simple works can still convey complex meanings.

Of course Dr. suess knew it all along.

Mark Pearce
www.marzguy.deviantart.com

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