A gang of indigo clouds
across the flamingo-pink skies this morning
distracting everyone’s gaze
it takes a while for the greyness of conformity to rush in
and chase the hope of daybreak away
in the mire, we stand
sinking in acceptance of the now
wishing, we were those indigo clouds
moving on from normality.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem. As always, I welcome any feedback and comments that you may have.
The platform is wet from last nights rain
but this morning
the sun has wove threads of gold
sewing itself to the soft cloud
a handful of people smile at tiny escaping strands of light
the look of hope on their faces
scores of others turn away looking down
cheekbones rigid with anguish
a reminder of the darkness in their life
and I’m people watching
wondering what type of person
will sit next to me on today’s journey.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem. It’s my first piece of 2022, I’ve been mega busy.