Thoughts On A Cloudy Day, Origins

On a Cloudy Day, You Can See the Weather - Farmers' Almanac

Back in 1985, I decided to try my hand at writing poetry. Some were song thoughts, some just stabs at poetry. One was a cryptic. I borrowed from something that Edgar Allan Poe did. I buried the name of my love at the time by stepping through each stanza and advancing one letter each time. It was interesting. I had a couple of song ideas that appeared there too. Whatever Happened To The Good Old Days was the only one I actually performed live.

So, I decided to go back to that original manuscript and share some of my meanderings with you.

I originally opened the book with this:


This book of poetry and prose represents the wanderings of the mind as one lays back on a cloudy day and makes shapes out of the passing clouds. It is a collection of rambling thoughts. Painted pictures in the sky, love, and whatever else popped into my mind. I hope that you will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

I plan on leaving you with a new one every few days. We will begin with Love is Like.

Love Is Like

Love is like the cactus flower
that blooms in the sand
A flower that brings beauty
to an empty barren land

Love is like the nightingale
that sings its pretty song
A melody so beautiful
that follows us along.

Or is it like the mountaintops
that seem so hard to reach
Or maybe like the shifting sands
that are blown around the beach.

Love is when we use the good
to overcome the bad
To place a smile upon the face
of someone who is sad.

Love to me is all of these
from the flowers to the sea
Joyful, Painful,
always changing me.

About Emma Morgaine Croft

I have been called many things on my journey, Professor, White Wolf, Rainbow Warrior and Spirit Walker. I had a blog on blogger.com for a number of years. I think the last post was when Papa passed back in 2012. I had also written for World Wide Hippies online mag for a year or so and even won a Golden Note for online writing. I got burned out writing and decided to stop for a bit. The only writing I did was comments on things I shared on Facebook. Unfortunately, that often got into a lot of angry and ugly talk. I try to maintain my cool, but there are just some unreasonable people out there. I found it emotionally and spiritually draining. I saw my niece's blog on here and thought that maybe it was time to resurrect Thoughts On A Cloudy Day. These are my thoughts and meanderings. You can accept them or walk away. I hope that in some way, these thoughts can spark other thoughts and sharing by people around the world. My dream is to make the world a better place for all people. My heart to your heart, one hear, one spirit.
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2 Responses to Thoughts On A Cloudy Day, Origins

  1. Barbara Lawrence says:

    I love this poem! What is the name of the collection of poetry you published and can I buy a copy of it?

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