Lonely As A Cloud 
 

I find it odd

that the expression

"Not a cloud in the sky"

Seems to have become
a metaphor
to mean

“no cares ...no worries"
eh mate?

 

But not for me...

The emptiness of a
clear blue sky
only serves
to make me feel
all the more sad.

Instead of nothing

I would prefer to see

a vast marina

and a whole flotilla

of boats and ships

of every sort

with their great

white sheets of sail

filled to bursting

with every seminal gust

of the gallant wind

as they go gliding along

in stark silhouette against

the multitudinous hues

of the celestial canvas

I would prefer to see

massive ice bergs

drifting slowly along

in the sky oceanic

harbingers of the next

impending storm

I much prefer

to feel the sting of

the wind and the rain…

To feel the whiplash

of the unleashed deluge…

To flinch at the crackling snap

of the flashed lightening

and the sudden crash of thunder…

and to gratefully
and joyfully receive
the heavy fat droplets
of the sacred rain
the doubly blessed rain
that is now falling and

splashing
and spilling
with such reckless abandon

against my upturned cheeks… 

But then again…

Maybe that's just me...eh?

 

jack h. markowitz

Philadelphia, Pa. 2016

 

 

It's A Tangle

It's a tangle
a bramble
a briar patch
a thicket
a web
with thorns
lots of thorns

I am tangled up
my horns
caught
trapped
knotted up

I pull and struggle
I paw the ground
I twist
this way and that
to no avail

night is coming
the wolves are howling
I am the prey
they know it
I know it
and now
so do you

Philadelphia, Pa. 2016