look up at the sky
This time of the afternoon
She has to jump down
From her verandah.
Each and every day.
A fatal cloud on the sun.
Her doctor reminds her of
The lovely husband,
The small love island,
The pet named Henry.
Still her sun sets early
On a mossy verandah.
That was made before
Her father was born.
Each and every day.
A fatal cloud on the sun.
Lady, look up at the sky...
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Comments: 9
This is such a strong poem
I really like your use of concrete images -
I feel SO well grounded in this poem.
It is a true pleasure to read !
With warmest wishes ~
Madame 'X'
ur poem shows that you have a penentrating mind congrat for such a poem