Nothing is more compelling than the sky
The ones you are not here to see
And sometimes I don't even know
Who you're going to be
The one I end up with
Washing dishes in the kitchen sink
Catching a glimpse of the sky
From the corners of the room
Laughing, forgetting
How all I had once was
Immense patience and courage
To sit under a vibrant sky
Or maybe walk along the grass
On icy winter evenings alone
Against the wind, the world
To capture the best picture I can
Hoping to paint it one day
Until another sky, another night
Consumes, distracts
Just like you would, perhaps
But for now, yet another day
Where the sky has been enough
To bring hope lately
And sometimes I don't wish to know
What lies above and beyond
These yellow pink skies.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2025 20:24
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Excellent write
Thanks a lot!
You're welcome
Skyscapes are such a pleasant way of passing time . Not just the variation in colour. Some pale, some vivid, some dark, some cloudy. Just look at the cloud movement, now that is fascinating. I enjoyed reading your poem Alan.
Thanks Cassie!
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