Blue Sky Fell
As the man
Stepped outside his door
The blue sky fell down
As he smoked
A cigarette
His eyes became red
When his wife
Did scream out loud
A baby came out
Its face
Was strawberry red
His mother was dead
The man
Held up his son
Raised him to the clouds
The rain
Fell down on him
Hot rain on cold skin
As the man
Stood broken with pain
The blue sky fell down
As he smoked
A cigarette
His eyes became red.
© simon garlick
Man, I liked the way you write. Rhyming the feelings was goodd
I’m not fairy, I’m dreamer =) I write about fairy.
And I’d love to see your fairy tales.
Rok on
Thanks for the compliment. My heart agrees with your ‘glimpses, freeze frames of time’. I read your blog, you too write like this.
but above all,I loved your line:slowly falling leaves of great bloody trees!
I loved the bloody par