Poetry
Eclipsing sky
Who summoned this vision of darkened cloud
heaving its pregnant burden,
like a leaden shroud
across the fading sky
Who named the fear that whispered within
or felt the chill
as the cold seeped in
and settled on sagging shoulders
A clap of thunder breaks the chain
signaling the arrival of torrential rain
the release of a heavy load
A barrage of feeling makes its way to ground
a cleansing of sorts,
through expulsion of sound
seeking a channel of expression.
A picture that paints a thousand words
of a reflective mode..
or a collective mood
reflected in
the eclipsing sky?
© 2003 Robynne Black
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