rebmasters

Clouds

Running into the sky,
you gave a cry;
at once
resplendent &
decadent &
sorry.
How could you stay?
One moment becomes forever.
Biting your tongue,
hiding your pain,
building a poor prison
as a means of escape.
Was it mere fate?
Coincidence? 
A day too late?
What are white clouds
but strange, chance encounters
between
hot, cold,
other factors.
Water droplets so large,
they scatter all colours
conferred
from continuous, glittering sunlight
through thin layers
of beauty stretched
across a luminous blue sky.
I know you tried,
I know your love was like
an iridescent intoxication,
an effulgent searchlight
that found out where I was trying to hide.
I see you in the sky.
I’ll deliver you offerings;
sweat, tears,
patterns tracing,
forming
clouds of my mind
in you.
You can’t touch me,
but I’ll be there

Comments3

  • yellowrose

    Wow ... really like this Becky ... such an engaging read ! Makes me think of wanting to find that peaceful place ... to me white clouds are peaceful , least they look that way . Beautiful poem )

  • yellowrose

    Sad but beautiful at the same time ... I especially like these words

    Water droplets so large,
    they scatter all colours
    conferred
    from continuous, glittering sunlight
    through thin layers
    of beauty stretched
    across a luminous blue sky.

    • rebmasters

      Yes that's me trying to figure out the science of clouds haha and still not understanding but appreciating them for their beauty anyway x

      • yellowrose

        I think white clouds are beautiful . I thought maybe it was about some of your feelings ... maybe I was wrong . But it’s a great poem anyway 🙂

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      • L. B. Mek

        your words, reach out
        through that all connecting Matter, to a realm devoid of before or after
        to a place where only two hearts, once shared - as one
        and it asks, is there still a thread
        for me to pull - at
        for me to invoke life-in, once again...
        (a longing for another chance, not necessarily to relive the past, but just a chance
        at experiencing that connection, one more time..
        beautifully woven, thanks for sharing dear Poet)

        • rebmasters

          Yes I think it's about understanding for the first time what that connection really means & how it will never be truly gone. One day I'll realise that's what love is to me x



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