The sky in its liquid elegance shakes <br />and moves the bindings of old memories. <br /> <br />They manifest themselves into clouds <br />that whimper in defiant silence. <br /> <br />I wondered why, in looking upwards, <br />I could not define myself in <br />any discernible fashion. <br /> <br />I am as transparent as the rolling <br />rain that shatters the majesty of <br />a summer’s day. <br /> <br />I am as loose as the mud that <br />flows like fire across the <br />dangling ground. <br /> <br />Images perform like daring soldiers <br />murdering the passion of the enemy. <br /> <br />And now the words I try to speak <br />are tumbled like deserted cisterns. <br /> <br />Drop by dropp I let my imagination <br />filter out unpleasant visions. <br /> <br />I am so full of shattered hope <br />and slapping hands that <br />cause pain only to me. <br /> <br />And now... yes now... the <br />clouds fall back and reveal <br />the bright black universe. <br /> <br />I am floating in the sky. <br />Useless.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drop-by-drop-3/
