Comfort creeps from unlikely places
from folds in clouds like
unfurled peonies eager to pop
pounce and fill your head with petals.
Linger a little longer
a cloud once told you,
and let me rain on you.
If you would stay awhile and listen
as jingles of raindrops drench every strand
of hair; let your face listen as it drinks
because if you dither you may miss
this reconnection with what you are.
Over a half of you is water;
and water finds itself
even if a cloud drifts
know that it will return one day.
Linger longer and lick the drops
from the tips of your fingers
taste the life that cloaks you in itself
like lava, silk,
your lover’s hands.
Allow the clouds to clothe you
in their watery release
Let their comfort find you; fill you
with after-rain scent of pine, and wet stone--
earthy, pungent, tinge of mossy green.
Just wait. And watch. Listen.
Clouds compose their melody
drench you like a baptism
and invite you
or sleep to their lullabye
Then after the rain, wrap a rug
around your shoulders,
sit by the glow of a crackling fire,
curl your fingers around a hot mug of
chocolate, tea, or cheeky toddy tipple.
Once more, let comfort find you
next time you disappear.
Because when clouds return in peace
you might miss their tender touch. Still,
know that they can see you
if only you will linger
just a little longer.
About the Creator
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
A definite contender for the win. This oozes with comfort. 🥰
Wonderful poem. Made me feel comfortable and cozy just reading it.