painting the sky with your sighs
they stream along like clouds
streak the blue with your
saddened dark greys
and watch them
cry out
rain.
2012
painting the sky with your sighs
they stream along like clouds
streak the blue with your
saddened dark greys
and watch them
cry out
rain.
2012
Unseen clouds
race across the fields
their shadowy wisps
darken the skies.
Quickly colliding
bubbling, brewing
foaming, frothing
their sombre countenances
quiver with unshed anticipation.
Rolling, roiling, they rumble
silvering shards sparkle
heeding the silent pleas
of the
Unquenched
Earth.
lazy fingers soothe
a bitten round
on silken shoulder
its swell still ripe
from being plundered
shelter hides
the sopping invitation
muting the call of lowing reverberations
eying bait dry asunder
lightning flailed
still unheeded thunder
he will await
to finally reach up and
evaporate
Note: I wrote this years ago…I want to change it, but I don’t know what exactly I want to change, so I have left it as it is, and perhaps my muse will relent…
she sat clumsily against the grimy brick wall
staring straight ahead to avoid my sharp glance
her hair lay greasy and plastered to her face
dark and congealed like tarrish glue
lazily her hand lay open to catch the piercing needles from above
sighing i sat aside her
defiant to remain as wordless as she
to stay still as icyness wetted my clothes
even as the torrent of freezy drops
snaked down my goose-pimpled neck
she lay her head calmly upon numb shoulder
and slid heavily into sitter’s lap
upon her flustered face
stared two crimson-stained eyes
cheeks a blush
lips parted in scarlet
hued tears had lay upon eyelashes
and run rivulets upon her rosy-pale face
cherried were her hands
all sticky with sweet iron scent
she lay there refusing to utter a word more
almost but never….no never her…almost less a little of life
she lay in my drizzle laden arms
drenched in rain and red…
painting the sky with your sighs
they stream along like clouds
streak the blue with your
saddened dark greys
and watch them
cry out
rain