Clouds

Clouds

A Poem by John Preston
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This came as I slept, just would not go away. I wrote it down and they went away.

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Can you see the mist
A shimmering light of cloud
a woman and child stand
with their backs facing

Passing, gone through the night
Waters flow, streams of blood
No one calling
you have taken my life

She standing
hand in hand little one
No tears of sorrow
no more the rain

Gone to another plain
a higher plateau
No more their songs
laughter love, joy 

Tepee’s smoldering
cattle in chains
“Yes” yes, your land stolen
Spirit guide are you
calling to me

Yes, yes your land stolen
Blood for tears
Tears for blood
Both standing silently
showing me

Black as a Raven
Black as a crow
Dissolving spirits
Clouds so high.

   

Turn facing fright life
eyes streaming black
as night
Both showing calling

Silently not a word
See, look what you
have done
“No” no not I

Do not call this night
this darkened light
To the clouds high
their behind.

Dissolving, misty
slowly, rising high
this swirling smoke.


© 2014 John Preston


Author's Note

John Preston
This for some reason just had to be written. The images dark but not quite silhouette.

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John Preston
John Preston

Ashbourne, Derbyshire Dales, United Kingdom



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I'm past my time not long to go, but ha I'll just keep going, day by day one step at a time. I can not write but I try poetry, rime a little story. Please comment as you feel. It's good to know. Dy.. more..

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