Cloudy Sky

A still, quiet, waking moment was found outside my back porch.
 Under a cloudy sky we all sat huddled remembering before
 
she was gone. Some would talk about the stars and why they
could not be seen on this night; others just listened whilst elders
 
stoked the fire. Some of us wore wool. The majority had been
here before but it was different now. We cautiously waited.
 
The littlest one saw it first. Pointing straight up the blanket of
God's comfort was lifted and a crisp aching sky burst out.
 
 It was pointed like a dagger and soft like pillow opened at its seams.
 Downy feathers floated sideways as the knife of night pulled the
 
 softness away leaving only a stark cold naked night to be seen by all.
 He spoke first. It was as if his voice echoed to the gate of heaven;
 
rattling the bars so the palaces could hear.
There was no where for the sound to stop.
 
It bounced of the edges of the universe and then
came back like a boomerang straight to my heart.
 
 I was alive inside as he spoke words of duty and deliverance.
It was truly a magical night.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words. You took me to good places and thoughts. You create visions of relaxing good times listening and understanding. The words flowed with great skill making the poem a pleasure to be read. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Rene Velez]

Great words and imagery, excellent content... well done

[Linda alexander]

stoked the fire. Some of us wore wool. The majority had been
here before but it was different now. We cautiously waited.
Excellent expressions, loved it

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

A great example of creativity from you my friend excellent!

[Edward Lancheister]

good imagery sadness, disappointment, emptiness. well written. keep it up