Empty Skies

empty skies dot the horizon
of the days I live,
days that drag on by
like years
of eventide
lingering above me

in the daytime, I
find no difference,
for the cloudy skies
always seem
to block the sun
or hide the shooting stars

the only constellations
in the darkness of my life
are the reflections
of the sun
beating down on your
wet fingertips

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

last verse is a block buster .. all that lonliness and life hanging on sun reflections off wet fingertips .. damn that is so good .. thinks i
E.

[Tai Ryens]

I'm flattered, Einstein, thank you kindly.

[New Theory]

Its lonely poem, beautifully written, the last verse creates an impressive imagery

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Theory!

[New Theory]

you are welcome

[jacob erin-cilberto]

life can really feel this way...so empty...no matter how beautifully halcyon blue the skies are.

sort of like Hamlet said "this oer hanging firmament seems nothing more than a congestion of vapors" or something close to that...
memories cling and shadow.

[Tai Ryens]

I've never read Hamlet, although I probably should, one day. Thank you, jacob eric-cilberto

[melissa]

This is a really amazing poem i really enjoy reading them Keep up the great work and keep sending me more to read i love reading them a lot

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, melissa!

[melissa]

You're welcome i hope you get all of your poems published because I want a copy of them