Patti Writes: Clouds

POETRY MONTH 2023

“Always be a poet, even in prose.” Charles Baudelaire.

During Poetry Month 2023, I find myself taking that famous stroll down Memory Lane—this time—Bridge Street. Does anyone remember Bridge Street Books and Coffeehouse (131 Bridge St.)? If memory serves me, it was next door to the camera shop. 

I was lucky to be one of the poetry-lovers included in Saturday morning gatherings—sharing, giving and getting advice, and indulging in poetry. 

And I am grateful to the shop owner—whose name has escaped my memory—and Professor Bill Knell, who coached us. Are any of you other sojourners through poetic fields still here in Las Vegas?

Clouds over Storrie Lake, by David Pascale 

Here are a few prose pieces that I hope are also poetic.

For Davide

Cloud layers, mist, rain,

blue grosbeak at the feeder.

Prairie morning.

Thank You

For the red-winged black bird,

looking in my window,

from the Chinese Elm.

Easter Sunday.

Clouds

Forests, hills, and valleys

sleep beneath Spring clouds.

Gauze on the burn scars.