The Wicked Sky

Anyone has their shades of grey... Then why not for sky??

  Sky may seduce a million poets

  Not me, not anymore. I saw

  thine wicked smile, grey clouds of mind

  I hate the sky, thee bury heaven

  I hate, thee hide my dead beloved

 when the clouds pass, remember them.

Author's Note

For all who lost their beloved....

Edited by Dinesh.

Reviews

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. because when we look up at the sky ... it's always smiling ... and its shades of grey always make it more beautiful ... and the vastness of the sky is always inspiring ... when i look at the sky ... i feel happy ... that all the people i am connected to ... especially poets ... especially in the cafe ... are looking at the same sky ... the sky's the sky ... that's why ... and i did lose a very dear friend ... in a tragic road accident ... but he twinkles in the stars ... and shines in the sun ... :) ...

question the questionable
question the doubt
don't question the question
or it'll be a rout

[Hello, Goodbye]

sorry about my many mistypes in the previous comment..lol

[Hello, Goodbye]

Its curious in its intention.. I like the playfulness it holds, but despite the flair it does not let go of its intention. I like the imagery and creativity.. However, to be constructive I would recommend possibly looking once more at the flow and rhythm of the scheme. Its fine as it is... so Im not being audacious and saying change it, but maybe you can see how in the future you can tighten it up and include some punch to the lines delivery.. But that may be my personal preference talking..

Its very good stuff here.. I like your being imaginative and originality. I hope you write more poetry of brevity in the future.

[Robin]

clouds will pass .. then remember them ..