Ekphrastic Poetry Prompt

Fruits of Our Labor

Sweep the clouds away; there’s still life

Original artwork by writer’s husband, sjh (image used with permission — logo added by writer)

‘The fruit derived from labor is the sweetest of pleasures.’
Luc de Clapiers (1715–1747) source

Hello to our dear Paper Poetry friends,

How true is that epigraph?

The fruits of our labor are indeed the sweetest, and you have proven that again with another week of wonderful words flowing from your pens and keyboards.

Our Week 4 poetry prompt: ‘cloud’ was shortened to accommodate Valentine’s Day, but that did not deter a flurry of cloud-based micro-creations scudding across cyberspace and into our inbox. 😊

And just as no two clouds are ever the same, so it was with your poems. See for yourself. Here they are -

☁ A Winter Walk of Wow by Jenine Bsharah Baines
☁ Cloud 9 by Poetic Therapy
☁ Clouds Over a Sunburnt Country by Raine Lore
☁ Come Now by Suntonu Bhadra
☁ Nefelibata by Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar
☁ Nothingness by Indubala Kachhawa
☁ Strike by Toni Crowe
☁ The Ash Cloud of Hunga Tonga-Hunga Ha’apai by Carolyn Hastings
☁ The Mystical Clouds by Setraj Jahan
☁ Thinking on Clouds by Dana Sanford
☁ Wispy by Dr. Fatima Imam