There was a cloud
all alone
which had an unusual
shape
and stood out
in the great big
blue,
just two days
past, on Friday...
I took a photo
flanked by
a grey pillar,
'Exhibit A',
but the time
of day,
and Justice
not quite there,
didn't capture
it fully!
later on,
I uploaded,
even felt something,
A remoteness...
A moment
captured,
perhaps?
or like everything
else,
fleeting,
even a heart cheating,
because life will not lift,
you out of all this,
or disappear!
death is not a fixture
for us to revere what's left?
or That That cloud
might just reappear,
doppelganger
of nimbus,
Consciousness brushes
you through the trapdoor,
then disappears...
A tape recording - Cupid!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem