She Weeps

I've touched the sun.

I've watched it fade.

I've painted days

in blues and greys.

I've seen skies bleed,

great rosy streaks.

Impaled like spikes

on frozen peaks.

But now she weeps

down stormy cheeks.

Her face the clouds -

they've sprung a leak.

Author's Note

I don't really know where this came from. Maybe from some of the music I've been listening to, maybe some leftovers from last night (see my previous poem, Nocturnus Interruptus, if that doesn't ring a bell) or some other stimulus hiding in my subconscious. Probably all of the above.

Reviews

[J. Hampton]

your subconscious did you right! love it

[Gee]

Simple but really well written. My type of poetry.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you used the description of the sun and sky. You create visions and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sazaku]

I always try to paint a scene for my readers, as that's what I enjoy to read myself. I don't always pull it off though, so I'm glad to hear this time I did. Thanks for the review.

[Coyote Poetry]

You did well and you are welcome.