The Sky

I saw the sky as an endless void
hour after relentless hour
it coloured my whole world,
stole my voice, injured my soul.

How monotony mocks us all
makes us mere nothings.
Shapes were meant to shift
and shadows flit here and there.

I called for clouds and they came
a marching troop of soldiers
they gave depth and highlighted
and I delighted in just them.

I am just a drop in the universe,
the skipping stone just tossed,
I skim across bright waters
colours reflected from the sky.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-08-19 at 15:29

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Teddy Donobauer
You manage to paint Stratocumulus with cirrucumuli brushes.. :-)
2008-09-12


limber junctionson
i somehow like called clouds.
and how you view your sky.
2008-08-20


Rob Graber
"Shapes were meant to shift": I like that. Neat text!
2008-08-19