Today’s prompt comes from Britta:

Love is the elephant in the room, when it comes to poetry.
Cliché of clichés. Same goes that typical 'look' of a poem.
So, let's approach this from a slightly different angle:

Write a prose poem. All poetic devices allowed, as long as you don’t break that line!

Theme: Love, not necessarily in the romantic sense, or: Elephants.

Yikes! Poetry is quite a challenge for me. And what is a prose poem? I had to follow the link to find out. Well, here goes nothin’….

Clouds

I love them. Cirrus, Nimbos, Stratus, Cumulus. All water? Or more? Moods of the sky.  Low or high. Absorbing, not reflecting. Covering or breaking. Sitting like sugary cotton candy on a glass ceiling. Or gathering like the dark wool of a psychopath. On the verge of violence. Or revealing the hope of radiance. Ever changing. Like love itself. I really don’t know clouds. At all. 

I don’t know if that was really prose poetry or not. Still, I had a bit of fun with this challenge. To join, visit The Skeptic’s Kaddish. Good, bad, or ugly, please leave a comment and tell me what you think.