Elma

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 * I AM a Cumulonimbus Cloud! **
 * By Elma **
 * I AM, a cumulonimbus cloud ** ** ! **
 * I WONDER, about how I possess such powers of destruction and disaster. **
 * Lightning crackles, zips, zaps, and strikes **** with prowess ability, and thunder bellows awesome deafening booms! **
 * People panic, trees violently sway, rain heavily pelts the earth, hail tumbles down unmercifully… **
 * I WORRY, about dissipating away when my terrifying powers have only just unleashed. **
 * I WANT, to rein more ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍blissful terror ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍! **
 * I PRETEND, that I am as benign as a cumulus cloud, only, **
 * Powerless when I am. **
 * I TOUCH, the fear of those who know my strength, though, **
 * I WORRY, **** ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍when I begin to grow, **
 * Smaller. ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍ **
 * I CRY, joyfully when I just can’t hold on to my downpour… **
 * I AM, a cumulonimbus cloud! **
 * I UNDERSTAND, that I pose a threat to many, **
 * I SAY, expect the unexpected! **
 * I DREAM, about stretching across the entire Earth like air, and spreading my terror around the world simultaneously. Why would **
 * I HOPE … when I have nothing to hope for? Simply, **
 * I AM, a cumulonimbus cloud! **




 * Water… **
 * By Elma **
 * Water is delightfully cool! **
 * It gracefully flows with a soothing beat. **
 * Though, it can be dangerous, for I am not a fool! **
 * It can come in a drop, vapor, or pool. **
 * Or, it can come billowing towards a shore like a huge sheet. **
 * Water is delightfully cool! **
 * Water can also work like a tool. **
 * Look, how beautifully it flushes out my teeth! **
 * Though, it can be dangerous, for I am not a fool! **
 * It certainly does not feel like wool. **
 * And, it can also emit heat. **
 * Water is delightfully cool! **
 * Water does not obey any rule. **
 * Is that not neat? **
 * Though, it can be dangerous, for I am not a fool! **
 * ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍It also seems like a precious jewel ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍. **
 * Oh, ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍how it gently licks my feet‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍! **
 * Water is delightfully cool! **
 * Though, it can be dangerous, for I am not a fool! **

The Albatross By Kate Bass

When I know you are coming home I put on this necklace: glass beads on a silken thread, a blue that used to match my eyes. I like to think I am remembering you. I like to think you don’t forget.

The necklace lies heavy on my skin, it clatters when I reach down to lift my screaming child. I swing her, roll her in my arms until she forgets. The beads ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍glitter ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍ in the flicker of a TV set as I sit her on my lap and wish away the afternoon.

I wait until I hear a gate latch lift the turn of key in lock. ‍‍‍‍‍‍I sit amongst toys and unwashed clothes ‍‍‍‍‍‍, I sit and she fingers the beads until you speak in a voice that no longer seems familiar, only strange. I turn as our child tugs at the string. I hear a snap and a sound like falling rain.