The cloud was set carefully
against the sky;
white upon blue,
with only the white passing by.
As colour combinations go,
it’s up there at the top,
and we like it just so.
The sky above me
is darkening quickly,
soon to become a star-filled panorama;
but, now, having almost lost the Sun’s glory,
the transformation has undertones and overtones
of tempests and calm.
.
Caught in a moment,
the sky above me
is, for a brief time,
all I wish to see.
The gulls fly
across the sky
which doesn’t seem to mind.
Look up I
See and I
clouds sky not in the
ask I why
myself
and answer no
have I?
The sky directly above me
is not,
repeat, not,
raining down upon me.
.
It’s grey,
overcast,
portentous,
and not to be trusted;
.
but, at the moment,
It’s behaving itself.
The daffodil looked at the sky above,
And said, ‘Beautiful sky,
I think I’m in love;
I know that you are larger than me,
but, let not size be a barrier
to our amouricity.’
The sky above me
looked down upon me
belittling my stature,
and questioning my joie de vivre.;
but I am a forgiving sort,
and thought,
that one ought
not to be bought
by a condescending sky.
I, am bigger than that.
The sky above me
Said she loved me –
I woke up screaming,
I must’ve been dreaming;
and, here it must be revealed –
I woke up in a field.
The sky above us,
doesn’t always love us;
or perhaps it doesn’t know
that we exist.
That is the sky,
and that is why
my fingers are frozen;
well, being January
rather than July
is also possibly
a reason why.
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| Cynthia Praski on SoCS – Tape – #4… |
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| Cynthia Praski on SoCS – Tape – #4… |
Graeme Sandford 