Member Poem

Clouds they weep
or shine for us,
Keepers  of our secret world the clouds,
they float like magic carpets over silver moons,
they buttonhole that keyboard smiley with the quirky strand,
salt and pepper fare  of avid texter.
A simple message underpins their life on Mars essence.
“You,  the owner of this LED gadget can sign on and off whatever time you wish,
with whatever gif and clip that drifts ashore for that faceless contact faraway you always seem so close to.“
Across the screen I saw a real life cloud!