wind made
my blue skies grey
and I've
been carrying them over my shoulders
ever since,
my back bent under the burden of baggage
the things
my mind couldn't solve
it chose to
cling onto, to maybe someday
understand,
but it only wears me down
until in an
avalanche they come
cascading
down, and my chest
having
trouble finding air... I stop
among the
shadows I cast
- shades of choices made colour them –
I see the
one with wings ashen
like a
slave to hope it gazes far ahead
and I wonder
if the wind is coming
to make my
grey skies blue
*
Written as poetry prompt for Magpie, the mag #196.
and I wonder if the wind is coming
ReplyDeleteto make my grey skies blue
There is always the fervent hope that things will work out to be all right. Nicely Natasa!
Hank
This is very moving and has depth. I like the whole idea here. Thank you for coming by my blog.
ReplyDeleteWings as burdens .. a most unique interpretation of the image. I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteNicely done Natasa.
ReplyDeleteLet there be blue skies.
Anna :o]
Expecting someone to release from burden...feels as another excuse...one needs to rise above thyself...to win, to progress to the next level...Regards :)
ReplyDeleteVery nice...sometimes I like a gray sky...
ReplyDeleteThe thing I've learned about grey skies is that they are usually only temporary, well at least in Queensland Australia they are. I really liked this!
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