rain drops keep falling on my head
I move away and they still stay,
no matter the things i say.
they keep on falling.
the sky is shaped like a mother
her skirts all i saw
as i look up
a face peering over,
smile-for a mile, she smiled
like the sun peering down on us
my mother, your mother, their mother
anyones mother.
mother to the world.
Selene
her celestial skirts, enveloping us.
reminding us of our own life
the turmoil of a storm, the calm before and after
breath taking winds in our hairs,
sun-kissed-skin ablaze, with rain
worried looks cast above
no mile-smile peering there
children feeling alone and bare
and then the storm clouds roll away
her irredesant smile radiates, multicolored
not a word has a need to be said
there is mother, above and by our side
rain drops keep falling on my head
mother, mother, is the sky alive or dead?
soft breezes hush me to peace
why mother? why?
mother, mother may we dare to believe?
the sky be the immortal symballance of thee?
as we look up are we looking
searching for that peering face
and as that soft breeze hushs me sleep,
i wonder.
is the reason the sky is divine?
for it is a mortal mother, made immortal.
for all time?
Author notes
in regards to the quote, i know that point of the thousands storms does not seem to have a point here. thats because the part that really got me thinking was the term, "celestial". what is celestial about a sky?
the only thing i could think of is a goddess of somesort, seeing as that is the most used term for celestial. then i thought of Selene, greek goddess; the mother of the earth. that is where i started. this is what i was left with. the thought that the reason some or so attatched to the sky in a way, is because its like a mother to us.
pouring light into our dark lives. giving us food here on earth. dripping water for us to live off of.
all this seems to me to be things a mother does. and when the sky is cloudy and gray, we may worry. for mother isnt there. or mother is mad at us. but then, we see it.
that rainbow. even a thousands storms could not take away the power of mothers smile.
.j.
ps> let me know if i really was off the mark any where. but please, try and be nice. im kinda shy and sensitive about my work but i do appreciate some direction.
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Comments
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Ooh a very interesting take on
the prompt and originally crafted.
I think this was clever and
a wonderful piece of poetry.
Though there's always room
for improvement, this
was really good
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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