Thursday, 25 September 2014

Grey skies

but, look, a turn of cloud for sunshine
winking – to submit a whole new word today;
vibrant, iridescent, unstoppable
with smiley face and no conditions,
bigger than the Himalayas (beyond desire):
a simple little single word, compressed.

My question  - can I really trust it?

and ask – ‘if I inspire a fire inside myself,
will a tiny word flow back with water force
through chambers up from shimmering earth,
meet itself and melt?’ Under grey skies.

1 comment:

  1. This is a beautiful, hopeful thread! "Under Grey Skies" miracles keep occurring indeed. Thanks very much for sharing your lovely poems.