I Am Sky. Poem by Alistair Plint

I Am Sky.



i.

pyrotechnics spark
anger in bright light
firing bolts of electricity
roaring through
tennor and bass voices
thundering between
thick mammatus
cotton wool
stuffed in the blackest hate

just weather, much like humanity

ii.

nursery rhymes and songs
keep beat to skipping ropes
hopscotch and marbles;
after the swing is left
laughing tears of joy
in the summer ultra violet rays
of pure happy, energy;
drifting to a milky dreamworld
in galaxies of fairy lights and
gloworms spinning circles
like an innocent game
of ring a rosies
just before bed time

I am the sky, much like a playground


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Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humanity,innocence,nature
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Alistair Plint

Alistair Plint

Johannesburg, South Africa
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