Have you ever seen poetry in the sky?

Question

If you have, then we are of similar mind. Could you describe it for me?

Answer 1

Well, nature often inspires me to write poetry, if that is what you mean. Literature is an art and so is nature, the difference is that literature is man-made and nature is from God.

Answer 2

yes, the sky creates many metaphors of poetry,
from clouds and their visual imagery of swirling
motion illustrating some inner verbal narrative of
personal association where ones logical eye
commands the imagination creating a currency
of pictorial thinking processes where we manifest
an inner conceptual pattern of poetry in motion.
It does not matter if we see an object or just an
action of patterns from clouds, the falling rain,
a sunset or sunrise, or a flock of birds in formation
adding to the wonders of natures matrices of vision.
For each of our own feeling of what we view from
floating images or phantom shapes displaying various
allegories and metaphors drawing one to a unique
hypnotic state of wonder.
Like being in a trance experiencing
the language of our skies. The sky liberates our mind
from habit of what we normally see making an inner
creative leap to our mental organization of seeing what
nature may bestow on our vision in natures pattern of
its ways in motion, and the vision manifests the poetry
of our minds to what we look up to for in a sudden the
patterns may change creating another poetry of expression.
The action of patterns in our sky is an everlasting
landscape of beauty and wonder, even at night with
the sparkling & shooting stars and planets and
phases of our shiny moon.....

Answer 3

yes. depends on the sky, too many to describe. but watching the northern lights one time, know i felt as if i was a lava lamp. everything inside flowing , rising, melting into another. the sky in all it's stages (calm, storm etc) cause in me such feelings that i often write poetry not necessary about it but inspired by it. i could just stand outside and feel that i can blend with it, swirling within the currents, floating through clouds. in fact, i often rest my elbows on the moon.

Answer 4

Every morning the sunrises over the hills in my backyard. I live in New England, so I have the priveliege of watching the colors of the seasons change. But regardless of any seasonal changes, the sun is the same, every day, in the same place, rising up into the sky to allow us to begin our days. It's such a beautiful and inspirational time. Sometimes I like to just sit out on my deck with my coffee and watch the sunrise up over the trees. Thats what popped into my mind with your question. Not very poetic, but its actually my view of nature and its gorgeous!

Answer 5

I can see poetry in all things, sky included. But that is not something I am capable of describing. Perhaps if I sat down with pen and pad...

Answer 6

I think the sky is filled with poetry...twinkling stars in the vast heavens, fluffy, puffy clouds in shapes that giggle and wiggle like puppies...birds soaring on gusts of wind endlessly.

Answer 7

I saw an Autumn sky
rich as an ocean
cloud tossed with whitecaps
by invisible wind
Each happy sunburst
a clap of surprise

Answer 8

Yes, I always see poetry in the sunrise, sunset, fullmoon, no moon and the stars.

Answer 9

the dark clouds lift
the sun peaks thru
all's all right
when the sky turns blue

Answer 10

in the clouds shape......