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Beneath Somber Skies

i stand beneath this somber sky lost in the depths of its misty eyes sharing my tears in this new year dawning upon me uncolored unfocused like these thoughts of finding love along life's road i feel abandoned like the old house on the hill ready to crumble back to the dust from which it came its weakened frame weathered in years stands unsteady unsure of its fate as days move by in slow lonely waves of years passing by like onlookers staring in disbelief where beauty once stood but now lingers empty inside lost in the same depths as i beneath this somber sky

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Date: 4/11/2020 1:54:00 PM
Such a superb poem, Sandra:-) I always enjoy your work! Heartiest congratulations on your 1st place win!
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Sandra Adams
Date: 4/11/2020 9:24:00 PM
Thank you so much Edward... hugs and blessings :)
Date: 4/11/2020 1:31:00 PM
What a beautiful metaphor of emptiness in the old house. Your poem is rich in images that bring us right into your sadness! Congratulations on your first place win my friend. Prayers and blessing for your Easter. Hugs!
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Date: 4/11/2020 9:24:00 PM
Thank you so much Sam... hugs and blessings... Happy Easter :)
Date: 1/3/2020 2:46:00 PM
A beautiful melancholy write in choice words:uncolored unfocused like these thoughts of finding love along life's road..and..of years passing by like onlookers staring in disbelief--excellent write, Sandy.
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Sandra Adams
Date: 1/3/2020 7:21:00 PM
Thank you so much Vijay... this one came to me while i was driving in the rain...have a great weekend my friend :) hugs
Date: 1/3/2020 1:19:00 PM
- This "house" needs a complete renovation - Just like flowers need sun, water and nourishment to grow, your body needs nourishment and rest :) - Stress is not just about having many balls in the air, but what everyday experiences trigger these the feelings, dear friend :) - hugs and <3 // Anne-Lise :)
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Sandra Adams
Date: 1/3/2020 7:18:00 PM
Thank you so much Anne-Lise...it was just a somber rainy day that inspired the write...i pass an abandoned house every day actually a few but one always catches my attention...i am good... have a wonderful weekend... hugs
Date: 1/3/2020 12:04:00 PM
Wonderfully sad, I always enjoy your metaphors, an abandoned house, good choice, very convincing. Like Chris I got a little worried, but I know melancholy is your forte, not necessarily your current mood!
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Sandra Adams
Date: 1/3/2020 12:12:00 PM
Thank you so much John...like your muse, mine seems to like melancholy...it's a rainy morning and the weather fed the muse...i am fine...laughing and smiling...glad you stopped by to read and enjoyed this one... hugs
Date: 1/3/2020 11:44:00 AM
Love the poem, the way it is crafted, the way the theme flows through each stanza but the sadness...well, let's just say I am sending out a construction team to remodel that old house so it looks like new. So much sadness my friend...makes me sad. Here's hoping the sun finds you soon.
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Date: 1/3/2020 11:54:00 AM
lol... just a rainy day in my neck of the woods...back to work blues and now they added a run to make me come in earlier... when i already wish i was still on vacation...my muse likes sadness...i however am smiling and laughing my day away, so smile with me my friend... don't cry with the sky...she has enough tears to cover all of us... Thank you Chris for your wonderful comment... hugs

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