a work in progress for National Poetry Day

(I have to get the car to the garage, and do some work today, but I've woken with the startings of a poem that I hope to add to tweak as the day progresses...)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
is how I hear that poem goes
but when I look up to the sky
they're often bunched up in a crowd

But lonely is a state of mind
not whether we are on our own
We've all been there, that longing soul
Lots of people yet all alone

That single cloud in azure sky

commands an unrestricted view

joins its mates for later sharing

coalescing, morphs into something new

Today they are all in one big mass
no separating one from t'other
it's nice to be like that sometimes,
one big blur of sister, brother

At other times they tower tall
distinctive forms inspiring awe...

light defining something edges
something about growing more

Hmmm, I may get back to this but in the meantime have come across much better. Like this:

Hug O War
I will not play at tug o'war
I'd rather play at hug o'war
Where everyone hugs
instead of tugs
Where everyone giggles
and rolls on the rug
Where everyone kisses
And everyone grins
And everyone cuddles
And everyone wins

and this, from my friend Rachel McGladdery who is a real live poet :)
Here's a tongue-in-cheek ode to the placcy bag. (Woo, how current!)

Atom thin this crinkle and the give
I make the orange white with stretch
I fold you flatten you - your handles sticking out like shoulder straps
the safety of your two punched holes your throwaway availability

you are used and reused - re-reused to end tied tight
a shiny glutton bladder full of bits of stuff from out the bathroom bin
I hoy you (all casual like) into the darkness where you tesselate
with sighs
a subtle nestling into vacuumed space to wait for Tuesday morning.