Saturday, February 20, 2010

Clouds - prose poem



Pathetic Fallacy for Whom?
---- Big Frank Dickinson

The clouds were curious whether the configurations of people, plants and animals on earth told them something about their cloud life. Could it be that what was going on down there, in some way, predicted or mirrored important information for clouds. Surely it could not just be a coinicidence that the day he dissipated (took him five years to get it back together) he saw a man disappear into a house. His aunt never tired of telling him about the day that a sudden upcurrent of wind carried her high into the somethingsphere, and this was just as she saw woman taking off in an airplane - this was much more than coincidence. Earthly signs - portents of things to be for the clouds. Then as the sky slowly cleared and they felt themselves disappearing they looked in vain for signs of sadness below, which was strange because they saw none.

3 comments:

Olive Tree said...

Hi, it's a great blog.
I could tell how much efforts you've taken on it.
Keep doing!

Proma said...

I love the idea - the concept is the work of a genius ! The structure got me a little cloudied ;) and maybe a little more work would be perfect. But who knows - this might feel better tomorrow.

Big Frank Dickinson said...

Thank you, Olive Tree and Proma - glad you like it; yeah it could use a little work, you're right. Thanks for visiting