On the greyness of these days
dripping with the shadowy deficit
of the memory of warmth and light
footfalls splash the chill that drives
us hurriedly from one baleful skyward
frown to the next, the shaking of umbrellas
with the vigor reserved for the resentment
of sunlight that hides behind the small
ceiling of grey that has become my world.
And then I remember that it is not the sun
that is smaller than the clouds, but that
I am smaller than everything.
Grayness of these days has given the shadowy path to proceed. Sunlight that hides behind the small ceiling of grey has become motivational. This poem is definitely very brilliant and amazingly penned...10
Thank you, kind sir, for your gracious thoughts. I am honored by your compliments, and by your visit. Be blessed, my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are just a speck in this universe..Great poem Seamus
Very true, Rini. It should keep us all humble. Thanks!