The clouds and critics

by Keith D Allison

Gentle child
so long ago
touched your grace

The sky was blue
the time was warm
memories, hold the hours of darkness

Fluttery moments
the butterfly
ancient time, of the child

Cold cold
the icing winds
rolling the turbans of the Atlantic wave

Feel the pain of the bearings sea
Winter holding its grasp
the heart longing to breathe

oh love
play your melody


Posted on 06/06/2011
Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Amy Manning on 06/08/11 at 03:32 AM

This is beautiful and I can't put my finger on why. I read it over and over and just appreciate the feeling it invokes. Thanks.

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