Strange Skies

by The Queen of Spades   Apr 20, 2007


Clouds, on an April day
Thick and forming quickly
In numerous shades of gray
Like, dark, tin, and sicky

I breathe in the windy air
Uncommon for this season
But it soothes and though its rare
Requires no rhyme nor reason

Shivers, sweet, down my spine
Like the first buds of spring
I take the feeling and make it mine
Make it blossom, make it ring

Clouds, on an April day
No need for a sun
Calm, without words to say
Quiet 'til all is done

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  • 17 years ago

    by Sole

    Wow. I loved this one. It really appealed to me, I don't know why. My favourite stanza was the third one,

    'Shivers, sweet, down my spine
    Like the first buds of spring
    I take the feeling and make it mine
    Make it blossom, make it ring'

    Especcially [sp] the third line.

    Definately my favourite of yours.

    Sole. x

  • 17 years ago

    by Kristina

    This was okay, i didn't really like it that much, cause it was kind of confusing, but overall you did a good job writing it. 4/5

    ~Kristina

  • 17 years ago

    by Teria

    I wasn't too fond of this poem. I loved the last stanza, but I guess the rest seemed.. eh, Almost as if you didn't mean any of it. You know? I'm sure you did, but it just seemed as if you could have said it a lot better.

    You did do a great job though, I loved the poem. Once again, though.. periods, commas, and such would help.

    4/5

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