Why can’t we eat clouds?
The tall white ones would be
vanilla like Turkish taffy. Grey
scudding clouds black as Necco
wafers. Snow clouds pure as rock candy
whose splinters of crystal
melt on the tongue.
Green tornado clouds taste darkly
of Key West and Matcha tea.
Dawn’s pink clouds are gossamer light
as cotton candy at the church fair.
Sunset cloud's tang colorful
and sweet as Life Savers.
How fine to dine on clouds and color.
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Cynthia M. Sheward
Cynthia Sheward has written poetry since she was a child. She was born in Massachusetts but spent her young life in New Jersey. She applied her English degree from Arcadia University teaching junior-senior high school in Vermont the 70’s. In the 80s, she and her husband built their own house with their own hands in the mountains of North Carolina. In the 90s, she returned to NJ where she worked for a Fortune 500 corporation until her retirement.
Her work has been published in Friends Journal, Evening Street, the Bennington Banner, Fiber Arts Magazine, the Mountain Times and various other print media.
She currently resides in Jupiter, Florida.
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A WELL TRAVELED HEART 
I love this Cindy! I’ll never look at clouds the same way again, and from now on, I’ll probably have candy cravings after every walk. 🥰
Hugs to you, Jill
On Wed, Nov 10, 2021 at 8:22 AM A WELL-TRAVELED HEART wrote:
> Cynthia M. Sheward posted: ” Why can’t we eat clouds? The tall white ones > would be vanilla like Turkish taffy. Grey scudding clouds black as Necco > wafers. Snow clouds pure as rock candy whose splinters of crystal melt on > the tongue. Green tornado clouds taste darkly of Key West ” >
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Great poem. Made me hungry just reading it.
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That is beautiful! I could taste all the things and relate them to the clouds you were referring to. You are an amazing writer. ❤️
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How fine to dine…love it!
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