Deluge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short metaphorical poem about clouds.

Submitted: April 30, 2017

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The blue sky shifts with clouds and light,

the light that shines beyond the clouds.

They flash like scales on sky blue skin

or mind of God and thoughts within.

As morning comes they fill the sky,

and golden hue turns night to day.

They leap and bend, they run and wheel;

no shattered dreams or wounds to heal.

Clouds grow and stretch as day goes by;

they block the sun and bring the night.

The end draws nigh; no longer gold,

they give themselves in torrent cold.

Now from the rain -- the life of clouds --

new life is born, old life renewed.

They lived to die and death they earned-

from rain they are, to rain returned.


© Copyright 2017 Teresa Morgan. All rights reserved.

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