the black hand of smoke rising

the black hand of smoke rising

A Poem by G. Marie"floating on an endless sea of poetry"

grey skies today

clouds passing the sun

that peeks out from it's grave

of clouds obscuring it's rays

the black hand of clouds I see

passing in front of me

flowing to the left

like black smoke

I am gazing at grey skies

but wonder why

the hands are pointing to something

giving me an eerie message

of doom

of gloom

the black hand of smoke

 

© 2011 G. Marie"floating on an endless sea of poetry"


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A poem that open the door to many questions. A message of good or bad can come from nature.
"I am gazing at grey skies
but wonder why
the hands are pointing to something"
A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


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G. Marie"floating on an endless sea of poetry"
G. Marie"floating on an endless sea of poetry"

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I am in the process of pubishing my first book soon... a poetry book that I have been working on for six years now...... updates to follow!! more..

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