[Matt said last week there was a new cloud discovered. This week’s prompt was this cloud, undulatus asperatus, or agitated waves. We looked at pictures and read about its discovery. The writing felt powerful and unique to each individual. I love when something from the news triggers poetic language and a personal story. George’s poem comes with a video, so that is posted separately.]
— by Courtney
The people saw clouds like oceans,
everyone with their cameras pointed up.
The softball-sized eyeball washed up on the Florida beach.
Felix Baumgartner jumped from the sky and these facts stick:
24 miles up, in a balloon 1/10 the thickness of a sandwich bag.
The cloud: “it was so pretty. So magnificent,” Kay said.
Matt gestured with his hands: “It’s like drapery.”
I googled “new cloud” and there it was, among the photos of Twilight the movie:
undulates asperatus. Agitated waves.
The strong man with the space between his teeth jumped
above and into space,
spinning at first until his tiny fingers caught air,
found air finally after miles of not even thing air, his muscles taut,
his breath agitated waves, the tattoo on his arm taut: “Born to Fly.”
Is it fling if what you do is fall, spinning like a softball?
Then your fingers little parachutes that catch you
and now you’re diving through water, through clouds like an ocean,
home run, you land on your feet then drop to your knees.
What you said before you jumped, the world through satellite TV watching:
“I’m coming home.” Our eyes washed up.
[Agitated waves of clouds]
— by Bill
Agitated waves of clouds
in the formless ocean
that we breathe.
We breathe easier
thanks to the clouds
that cover us
Their pregnant gifts
nourish our air.
We secure our lives
Keying into the clouds flow.
Protecting that which we value
Making sure our work
is not in vain.
Our lives are updated
So we seek the cloud
for information that won’t
go away with the
next change in weather
We back up our lives
into the cloud so
that we can download it
preventing agitated waves
from disturbing us.
Maybe God IS Angry
— by Matt
When I was younger, I believed the winds
would stop, and this would portend to the end
of the world.
Science, however, suggests there is no God, and
everything can be explained by Scientific behavior.
I’m not sure who to believe, but I am certain
things are changing
What we do to ourselves, has a direct effect
not only on what we do to others, but what happens
I don’t know if a storm is coming, or we have
to look forward to nothing in the future.
I believe there is a God, but he may not be
what we’ve assumed for so long.
Why, if there is no God, do we look with
so much uncertainty to the future?
I find the idea of a universe impossible,
but even more impossible to predict the future.
People with “the Final Answer” often scare me.
Why, if they are so right, have they been
wrong so many times in the past?
One thing is certain: the environment is
changing, and this, no doubt, has been caused
by what man has done to the world.
Maybe, in heaven, there is a struggle, of which
we don’t know.
Or maybe there is nothing going on at
I only know, if the earth is ignored by God,
we will find it impossible to live in the future.
The thought of a universe without God is
Not so much because we find it impossible
to believe that how all this got there must have
But because it doesn’t make sense there would
be a universe without fellowship at all.
Without each other we are nothing, and, to be
alone simply makes us dead.
If the God idea is so wrong, why do we cling
to it, like there’s simply nothing else going on?
If we are alone in the world, there simply
may not be going on, anything at all.