Black Cloud

BLACK CLOUD

Mourvédre* cluster overhead

weight of Everest
capped on nerves

suppresses colors

squeezes eyeballs
behind dark sunglasses

lightening drills through temples

attempts to prop up
one’s globular head
with isometric fingers

grape stains on cheeks
relieve pitch of crystal

shattering the oppression

kaleidoscopic relief

10/15/2017

*Mourvédre - (mohr-ved-ra) - dark red grapes
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Pandit Avatar
October 15, 2017 at 7:58 PM
The poem feels a bit sad--perhaps as intended--!!
Rodrigues Avatar
October 15, 2017 at 8:07 PM
Someone said they had a black cloud over their head, thus came this poem.
Vaso Avatar
October 15, 2017 at 5:10 PM
Depression is a terrible thing, I love the imagery you use here.
Rodrigues Avatar
October 15, 2017 at 6:32 PM
Thanks, Arthur!
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