Lonely no more

When Wordsworth wrote, "I wandered lonely as a cloud," he wasn't quite considering the merry company of fluffy clumps I discovered when photographing clouds this week. How do we consider clouds, and how do we analyze what we see when we look at them? More on the words and images of clouds, at blog.amynelsonhahn.info

Brushstroke

No imminent analysis
determines the import of this
delineation, this effusion
riding high above my eye;
no rule governs the hue,
constructs the variables
of the ascent into meaning,
into my point of view.
The wager of whiteness
against the paradigm of blue
is simply an offhand gesture,
created perhaps to say
on a smallish whim,
"Enjoy today;
what happens, will."
Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn

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