Skyclad and Joyful

a poem for peter

Skyclad and Joyful

 

He sits and stares out his bedroom window

Watching the leaves fall from the trees

Glancing at the time on the clock

And sadly turning away.

The minutes creep by

And the seconds feel like eternities

As his forehead grows cold

Pressed against the glass.

Someone calls for him

But he acts like he doesn’t hear

Touching the fog his breath makes

But having no image to draw.

He sits and stares at the outside world

The sky dims, soon he will be sitting in darkness

But he doesn’t move from where he’s sitting

And dusk creeps in.

He can no longer see out the window

But he was never truly looking,

To be honest.

He’s lost somewhere inside

Where dreams are the only places you can hide

And the ones you love are never hateful

And the words you hear are always true.

Lovers dance beneath the limbs

Of a barren, ancient tree

And ribbons adorn the hair of maidens,

Whose faces he cannot see.

Music plays, songs sung without words,

And he moves with the others

Skyclad and joyful.

His name is called again

And he is shaken from the scene

Another walks in, and he nods

Not hearing the words said, or the question asked.

He turns again to the window

And wishes for the time

When he can escape from this world

And live solely in his mind.

 

By: Shayla Sayer

 

Reviews

[Chris]

There are levels of ouch... this portrayed a very deep one. Quite real in its degree and insight. Well done... but sad as hell.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I see you have mastered imagery in a way most of us lack, a pure taste of wording, well done, good read.

[Daniel DeLorez]

Beautiful, as always. :) This one really captures my interest because I can relate to everything it describes. Still, even if I couldn't, I'm sure I would have enjoyed it just as well. It's very descriptive and paints a wonderful picture of that perfect place everyone dreams about.

[Fairytale]

Beautiful poem. This flows well and contains good description.