View Beyond
By skinner_jennifer
- 2801 reads
Where floating clouds are stained,
Strange madness penetrating skies –
Darkness thickening before billows
Can change,
Rays have no beam or wink
Between leaves, no trace of
Plume lingers in high tops
Of trees;
Swift breath of invisible breeze
Bakes in heat, dust lingering on
Polluted surface; time accelerated,
Too late for a cure.
Or maybe I'm a feathered ghost
Interwoven with migrating birds,
Carried through a ruptured mantle;
To where soul can rest in peace.
Pixabay free to use image.
Updated and written previously under
featheredwing.
- Log in to post comments
Comments
Jennifer
Jennifer
your words are so deeply moving. They gently pull the reader to read between your lines, to somehow mingle with your spoken and unspoken meanings. Marcia
- Log in to post comments
maybe we're all feathered
maybe we're all feathered ghosts , jenny. well done on poem of the week.
- Log in to post comments