Ceiling

What I did last weekend.

 

Ceiling

Justin Guidroz

 

Popcorn clouds decorate the vast white sky

that turns from day to night

with the flick of the fan blade.

The gusty wind flings dust around

while they lay on the bed together.

I lay down on the soft beige ground

with my eyes closed and arms folded

behind my head, making a pillow

harder then one they are unwilling to sacrifice.

The blades’ creaking rotations penetrate

the uncomfortable silence.

I lay here and silently wait

for the silence to stop.

Author's Note

Interpet as you will.

Reviews

silence is terrible. except "silence" isn't necessarily silent, because there's always this eerie, well, sound, that's not really a sound. it's like a ringing in the stillness.
or maybe that's just my very conscience teeming.

I like the description of the clouds as "popcorn".