I Saw The Fleeting Clouds Above The Plains Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

I Saw The Fleeting Clouds Above The Plains



[my American dream]

I saw the fleeting clouds above the Plains
in my own mind;
the beautiful are not always fleet,

I cried.
I saw them massing in silver
in amethyst in rose in tropical orange
above Kansas, Iowa, Nebraska;

I saw the fine snows like lace, attending-
the stranded cattle moaning.
doomed Orion, clouded in the blizzards

and those who lost their homes,
their will to live.
and those who fell in wars.

or strokes, from overwork;
their skylark measures turned to dust.
the inheritors of rust.

I saw the tall grasses bending under the cyclones;
and marooned, the homesteads gone
from Oklahoma on toward the Dakotas

in a sea of grass and all that was past.

the mountain passages closed.
the ships that sailed on land-
for fool's gold.

the Faith that ploughed, ploughed under sod.
oh God. the clouds return, as fleet and charged
with meanings as before.

let the beautiful return again
let the beautiful return again

mary angela douglas 11 june 2014

Saturday, August 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Beauty
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Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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