by Saerelune   Apr 24, 2020

(You can't race the sun
and expect to finish unburned.)

All your life, you've begged
for the clouds to come closer.
At night, when they cuddled,
you had pillow-talk with the sky
from your childhood rooftop.
At noon, you ran up the hill,
hoping to be the kite
that's carried by birdsongs.

The clouds would weep,
the clouds would shine.
But never did they ask
for your presence amidst the sky.

Perhaps you face was maimed
with too much sorrow,
open wounds, scorched
by your true desire.

So you can't blame the clouds
for running away from you,
when all you've done
was run towards the sun.

10:43 PM


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  • 8 months ago

    by Darren

    Congrats, well deserved win.

  • 8 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Firstly, congratulations to you also!
    As much as I enjoy reading free verse, I have to admit that I'm always left feeling rather jealous because I struggle with it sometimes. The imagery isnt so much an issue, but just a delicate turn of phrase and general way of writing that a few on this site - you included - seem to accomplish with a quiet ease.
    Anyway, well done and all the best.

  • 8 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    This was mag-ni-fi-cent!!!!

    The whole poem reminded me of the story of Icarus in Greek mythology, flying too close to the sun despite his father's warning. I think sometimes we can feel the freedom and excitement, let go of our inhibitions, without being aware of the repercussions.

    I love how you take this even further... the pillow-talk with the sky, beyond just a childlike dream to fly, but to feel accepted. Belonged. Wanted by the sky, by the clouds. We can become scorched and burned by what we place so much faith in, letting ourselves be vulnerable to something that can harm us, yet continuing in order to find kinship.

    This is my favorite by you (as of recently)!

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