It's Open Link Night in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ Sanaa invites us to join the crowd ~ share a poem!
Charlie Dehner ~ Photo
oblivious of the peril
clouds float
toward mountain peaks
impale themselves
on serrated edges
bleed white ~
oblivious of the struggle
winds rise
gather shreds
of the remains
scatter them across
the mountain valleys ~
oblivious of the loss
the sun descends
its amber light
healing the wounds
stitching the horizon
with threads of gold
You had me looking upwards, Helen, but we have a completely grey sky today – no clouds, and definitely no mountain peaks in flat Norfolk, but your poem transported me to them.
ReplyDeletelovely skyscape poem Helen - especially how the serrated peaks tear the clouds
ReplyDeleteThis is beyond beautiful, Helen! I love; "clouds float toward mountain peaks impale themselves on serrated edges bleed white." 💜💜
ReplyDeleteAh yes - the Sun does seem oblivious to our loss of it - I too am always looking to the skies for ephemeral drama Helen...
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem
ReplyDeleteThe sun can certainly heal many wounds with it's amber light! Love your last two lines.
ReplyDeleteI love this Helen. Beautiful lines
ReplyDeletehe sun descends
its amber light
healing the wounds
stitching the horizon
with threads of gold
🙂❤️
This is such a beautiful poem, Helen. I love this personification of the clouds and sun--the beauty of that gold. 💙
ReplyDeleteOh, Ruch and Wonderful Helen — love you friend… 🙂
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful when the weather allows.
ReplyDeleteHopefully, positive, dreamy and a reminder of innocent times, big things, and what can be real...lovely stuff Helen..
ReplyDeleteOh forgot...am Ain.....🌻
DeleteLove this poem Helen, the imagery is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteLove it, Helen! I can catch glimpses of your sky over here today. Such lovely imagery.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Helen, filled with light and optimism!
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