Silent clouds

Depressed in darkness silence sieved
forgive
as Sisyphos once pushed his weight
from heights
my head is drumbeats; darkly calls
this fall
of rotting leaves; I’m small
beneath the pewter clouds
I’ve weaved myself a shroud.
Forgive; from heights this fall

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The cloud by Victor Pasmore

One more Ovillejo for De’s prompt at dVerse. Also linking to Sannaa’s prompt.

January 14, 2016

28 responses to “Silent clouds

  1. I imagined it in a voice of certain dark yet elegant despair. This part stood out to me the most :”I’m small
    beneath the pewter clouds
    I’ve weaved myself a shroud.”

  2. Such a tormented soul, comparing themselves to Sisyphus…that’s no picnic! The pewter clouds and self-made shroud are stark, bleak emotions. Very nicely done, Bjorn!

  3. beneath the pewter clouds
    I’ve weaved myself a shroud.

    Not to be unnecessarily disturbed one can ‘shroud’ oneself and retain some privacy!

    Hank

  4. pewter clouds and weaving a shroud for oneself…the imagery is so rich…not to mention the difficulty of writing an ovillejo. Wow. Stunning.

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