Overwhelming Sky

The overwhelming sky enthralls me
Shows me its magic, fills me with glory
Layers of stratus, piles of towering cumulus
Cirrus lacing glazes overtop
Neon pink icy scribbling on an evening horizon
Fireworks sunsets, pale sleepy dawns
Reds, yellows, purples, greens overwrite the blue and black
Gauguin, Picasso, Rothko must have felt this
The Starry Night is truth, no wonder Vincent suffered so
Genghis rode under this dome that encompasses all of our lives
Did its pressure drive him to the cities for refuge rather than plunder?

The overwhelming sky appears to have no end
Although I know that it is but the skin on the planet apple
It bears down on me, it conquers me
Filling me up with its immensity
Until I spill this burden of  words
To offer them as sacrificial token
To try to explain this hold
To bid to exorcise it
To seek release
But
It is the master of me

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Kim Whysall-Hammond

Sat 7th Oct 2017 19:20

Thank you Ray, I appreciate your comments.

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raypool

Tue 3rd Oct 2017 11:47

A gem of a poem Kim. You have laid your thoughts onto a spectacular map of the sky for us to meditate on - there is such a variety to freely gaze on that it can't fail to inspire us if we open up to it. To write poetry you have to get the heart of a subject, which you have done.

Ray

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Kim Whysall-Hammond

Tue 3rd Oct 2017 10:11

Thank you David. I do feel that this is the best poem I have written so far. It captures how I feel whenever I look up at the sky...........

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