Does this convey?

[minoanmiss]

The sky lies on me
So infinitely[1] fluffy
Ever so heavy.


[1] I read this with five syllables but say it with four, so.

So I WROTE this POEM for SOMEONE. JUST SAYING.

Comments

[sovay]

Oh, poetic catten.

[acelightning2]

"Oh, my bed is so irresistably horizontal!" But a fluffy layer of overcast could just be the sky's version of the delightful quilt I put over myself on a cold night.

[lokifan]

That's what I get too. Lovely :)

[acelightning2]

Have you ever played with quilt batting? It looks and feels like solidified cloud. (Real clouds in the sky are not fluffy at all. Flying through one is just like being in a dense fog bank; damp and chilly.

[full_metal_ox]

If I wasn’t the intended SOMEONE, then minoanmiss has conveyed a collateral gift. The unrelenting dry-season blazing highbeam UV radiation here is a discomfort to me, and a steady gray nimbostratus a screening celestial blanket fort. (Everyone has different environmental comfort buttons; that’s one of mine.)

Right off, though, I can imagine at least one alternate interpretation: White Fluffy Cloud Heaven seems so ethereal and intangible, and yet one can feel pounded into purée under the weight of its obligations.

Or—-for a rational-materialist reading—-consider the literal weight of the millions of gallons of water that comprise Earth’s clouds. I once had a conversation with a Dayton RTA bus driver who asked me out of the blue, “How can something light and fluffy like clouds hold water?“ (I seem to recall that my asspulled Introduction to Meteorology lecture included, “Imagine you’re Storm from X-Men and you’re up flying among the clouds. It’s the kind of hot day where you want to run through the sprinkler, and so instead of parting a path through the clouds, you decide to fly straight through.”)

[acelightning2]

I also find bright sunshine uncomfortable. I'm a creature of the night.

And a commonly seen "fun fact" is that an average cumulus cloud full of water vapor weighs as much as 100 elephants. Flying through a cloud in an open-cockpit plane really got my glasses all streaky. But playing tag among clouds can be fun.

And I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth...
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/157986/high-flight-627d3cfb1e9b7

[full_metal_ox]

That jabs a nostalgic pressure point. On WHIO-TV in the 60’s and 70’s, they used to precede the National Anthem sign-off with a dramatic recitation of “High Flight”; I’m given to understand that other cities with U.S. Air Force bases had a similar practice.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qx3WueJWlb4.

[acelightning2]

I was interested in aviation from my earliest childhood. And I always loved how "High Flight" described the joy of being free to move in three dimensions.... "put out my hand, and touched the face of God." Many TV stations feel that a simple rendition of the National Anthem isn't dramatic enough for the moment the station shuts off its transmitter; they use "High Flight", or videos of the navy Blue Angels and the Air Force Thunderbirds doing their aerial ballets. And the college radio station where I got my start used to sign off with "This Land Is Your Land" instead of "The Star Spangled Banner".

[lunabee34]

It's lovely.

[petra]

As above, so below.

[lynnenne]

I love it. <3

[hitchhiker]

love it :)

[gwydion]

:)