It was a grizzly sky indeed
So dull and drab
The Kind , that reminds you of a
Middle aged mistress, deeply in despair
Puffing up a ballooned pout.
Who is casting ash over
Our azureous canopy?
From where does this dark fleece
Suddenly looms over the
cerulean spread of our
Feigned serenity and repose?
No tiny limbs
No more lil birds
Nowhere a lil star even
Such troubled and crumbled this sky of mine now
Ah ashes,
The relics of severance.
Swaying images of a
Rootless, grievous tree
Keeps flashing while the
Sense numbing brew,
Burns through the blue veins
Could you gather, how shaken is
This sky of mine?
So dull and drab
The Kind , that reminds you of a
Middle aged mistress, deeply in despair
Puffing up a ballooned pout.
Who is casting ash over
Our azureous canopy?
From where does this dark fleece
Suddenly looms over the
cerulean spread of our
Feigned serenity and repose?
No tiny limbs
No more lil birds
Nowhere a lil star even
Such troubled and crumbled this sky of mine now
Ah ashes,
The relics of severance.
Swaying images of a
Rootless, grievous tree
Keeps flashing while the
Sense numbing brew,
Burns through the blue veins
Could you gather, how shaken is
This sky of mine?
Great allegorical poem, indeed.
ReplyDeletethe term mistress takes on two rather different connotations. One of a lady master and one of a lover.
The ashen sky depicts a drab, dull & melancholic lover.
But the grey ashes also shows a sacrad entity of turning into nothing at the end of life.....that is a fact of life.
To see a positive side of it even a dull gray sky brings rain to a parched land......giving it life....:-)