Jet Blue Sky

This poem is kind of left open to interpretation, but you may notice how I structured it. It's written in reverse, as if the narrator is telling the events backwards. Sometimes freedom kills you.

As I look upwards to a jet blue sky,

I slowly fade away into the abyss.

It all happened in the blink of an eye,

Should have seen something was amiss.

As I look upwards to a jet blue sky,

I am falling from the red domain.

A refreshing spring is now bone dry;

of how this happened, I've yet to ascertain.

As I look upwards to a jet blue sky,

I am standing in front of the cold door.

At one time I possessed, I bid goodbye

To my heart, "I am no longer a prisoner of war."

Author's Note

This is the first poem I've written in four years (and I think it shows a little.) Do you think the stanzas are in harmony? Give me your interpretation of the story.

Reviews

[kyam]

My take on your writing is the depression. I want you to know I have lived one of the most tragic lives, but I am grateful to my God ( whom may be different, but still God ) everyday for having eyes to see the blades of grass and watching the miracle of children growing, having hands and arms to shake another or hugs which are contagious and legs and feet which enable me to walk towards someone I'm capable of loving and going anywhere I want, etc. There are no promises from God that are lives will be here or that we will continue in the same capacity. So I am grateful for my body functioning everyday and having people in my life to love and seeing blue skies with my eyes and even knowing you! My new friend whom I can now cherish the goodness you bring to me and your congregation. They desperately need your hope and love and the shake of a hand and a pat on the back as they leave, knowing you believe in them as I and God believe in you. You are a child of God and he wants his children to be happy, so try to celebrate all of life. Have a cake over the silliest things, a great sermon, someone did something good, just anything, that will raise your spirits for sure. I don't mean to lecture you, I just care, that's all. Blessings, Kyam P.S. You are a great artist too!

[Stephen Scaggs]

I'm not a depressed person. My poetry is just a bit dark, that's all. I'm just used to writing this way. Thanks for the encouragement and for the uplifting spirit you have.

[kyam]

Oh my goodness! Open mouth insert foot. I am so sorry, I really am, I should have listened better. Please forgive me, Kyam

[Troy Henson]

You have a gift. There is deep feeling in your words and lines. I feel a sense of confusion with ones self but at the same time a presence of mind to know and understand the way home is never too far away.

Troy

[Stephen Scaggs]

Thank you.