What lawmakers lack

Today I befriended a cloud;
we sat by the sea and discussed
what lawmakers lack:
the distress you can see
as ash in their eyes.

The cloud told me of seas
it had traveled,
of waves that could swallow
where water is hallowed.
It told me how seaweed
can mingle their hair,
and how rain is the
same as their sorrow.

We fell silent, me and
the cloud I called Miriam.
Then in downpour of rain
far more than a drizzle,
she left me, dissolving
to rainbows and thoughts
that lawmakers lack.

Detail of painting at Rijksmuseum Amsterdam

Detail of painting at Rijksmuseum Amsterdam

Today it’s time for Open Link at dVerse, Grace hosts and you can bring any poem you like. Pub opens at 3 PM EST… join us.
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June 23, 2016

22 responses to “What lawmakers lack

  1. Like Sanaa, I too was taken by those same lines. Being now a retired part of State government and having to at the beginning of the year deal with lawmakers, I can definitely relate to this. Poor Miriam. If she had to talk to lawmakers and give them information about programs they want to cut funding too, she would probably dissolve in tears.

  2. Your poetry is becoming more and more surreal, Bjorn! I like that, and the way you gave a name to your cloud. Distress as ash in their eyes – beautiful image!

  3. I think this is one of my favorite poems I’ve read of yours. The conversation poignantly what lawmakers (and legalistic people in general) do lack. I love that you named the cloud Miriam, too.

  4. I love the conversation with the clouds, so light hearted yet heavy with meaning. I wish politicians have insights and character too Bjorn but alas most are lacking in a lot of things.

  5. A cloud might be a good friend to have…just sit together in comfortable silence when lawmakers talk too much and say so little!

  6. Oh! A conversation with a cloud. I miss the days when I made time to lay on the grass and talk with a cloud or a star. I like that you named your cloud and that your conversation was meaningful while lighthearted. 🙂

  7. Sometimes, it is good to converse with a cloud they understand your thoughts as they drift about. Thanks for the use of the your photo.

  8. Bjorn, that middle stanza on its own is perfect: it has a strong rhythm and an interesting and effective rhyme scheme:
    ‘The cloud told me of seas
    it had traveled,
    of waves that could swallow
    where water is hallowed.
    It told me how seaweed
    can mingle their hair,
    and how rain is the
    same as their sorrow.’
    Superb!

  9. I love your poem! There are many thoughts that we mortals, hard a-work on our ant hills miss out on. And I had a funny thought after I read your poem. Maybe lawmakers is what we could lack… and not really experience any lack. Don’t get me thinking too hard, Bjorn!

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