Poems about Love and Sky

(That’s all I can write poems about right now…)

Love and Sky mesh so well.

Sky mimics both the temporary and enduring aspects of love. They both surround us in their grandeur. Acknowledged or not.

I enjoy the relationship between sky and sea too. How an ocean can appear choppy and grey until it meets the *right* blue sky. Suddenly it glitters like a powerful sapphire or emerald. A reminder that the right environment brings out the best in everything.

Often, I go outside, simply to look up. Yesterday was such a day. I’d been doing housework for hours when I caught a glimpse of apricot from a window, and knew the day was slipping away. I scrambled out, no coat with no other aim than to savour what was there.

The pace of cloud comforts me. There is nothing I can do to slow or speed them. They’re not slaves to our man made systems of traffic. Deciphering their fluff and passage feels like reading heaven’s tea leaves, decoding messages from the universe.

So, first poem - sky, second one - love.

Suppose only the third fits the niche of ‘love and sky’.

Oh well, enjoy….(or should that be slightly depress yourself…..)

The Walk

As world chewed on its barley pearl

I chose to watch the sky

The jamming drum of winter womb

Brought opal to my eye

I ambled down a lane of marl

Old men with dogs were whistling

My hopes were geese with golden eggs

Ancestors live and listening

Yolks of dreams swirled, giddy pink

As thought outran grey storm

I used the rain as perfect ink

To write a postcard home.

The Key and the Rosebud

Love lay low, discarded key

Ignored, upon the ground

Although it waited patiently

It stayed there, never found

And over time, its metal

Felt a petal come to rest

Weepings of a rambling rose

Bold weather put to test

North wind had seized a batting breeze

And shook a bud so fair

Detached and bruised, it but refused

To open up elsewhere

So both resigned to settle

Much depleted by their war

Nestling ’neath the nettle

Watching bloom embrace the door

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Dusk

I scanned for wisdom in the cloud

Rays stacked as robes of wonder

Stitched silver bellies strobing proud

My golden thread remembered

Romantic glow of old street lamps

Sweet waltz of candle sway

Heavenscapes from picture books

Where carefree angels play

I felt alive, as dusk caressed me

Set my soul a-spark

How cruel that sunset left

And made a fool of me by dark