Christopher Correia

Alien Sky - Poem by Christopher Correia

Something’s strange about the wind today
Foreboding dead leaves gathering around me
Black birds flying in tight circles, after wormwood
Rushing clouds, like ghosts of some ancient army
This blue eyed alien sky holds no sunshine for me
Only sackcloth, ashes and the sound of weeping
Arrows fly down and sink into my flesh
Bleeding out pain till I have no breath left
Melting to invisibility my soul can just ascend
Leaving my dry bones behind to find, and bury
I look to the ancient fables for comfort
Offering my tears and high brow thoughts,
In ardent protest,

Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife

Form: Dramatic Monologue

Poet's Notes about The Poem

one day I was sitting in my van, and the wind suddenly picked up and the sky took on a rusty color, birds circled, a wall a clouds rushed in, and I started writing down my thoughts

Comments about Alien Sky by Christopher Correia

  • Jazib Kamalvi (10/27/2017 10:44:00 AM)

    A sublime start with a nice poem, Christopher C. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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  • Lodigiana Poetess (10/22/2017 8:18:00 AM)

    Such a well written piece! I love the way your words draw the reader into your sphere of thinking! Love it! ..10 (Report) Reply

    Christopher Correia (10/23/2017 9:59:00 PM)

    thanks, Lodigiana Cotts, I put this on here a long long time ago, so glad to see you on here as well, cheers my friend....I just came back from vacation, this is a very pleasant surprise to see your kind words, now I have another reason to come on here, hugs

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 3, 2015

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