The heavens are suspended
The clouds are heavy, low.
Beneath their leaden armour
Luminescent colours glow.
They breeze into daydreams,
Animate your night.
Drift into your visions,
Fill gloom with dazzling light.
Don’t give your time to creatures
Who dream in white and black.
Their wishes fogged in dreary grey
Too heavy to take flight.
Let the colours find you,
Resplendent in your hand.
Do not expect the colour blind
To witness or understand.
About the Poet
Ursula O’Reilly lives in County Cavan, Ireland, and writes poetry and short stories. Her other interests include painting and walking in nature. Ursula has had poems and fiction published in several magazines including:’Lothlorien Poetry Journal’, ‘Poetry Plus magazine’, ‘Woman’s Way magazine’, ‘Drumlin magazine’ (Ireland), and by ‘Earlyworks Press’.
For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.
A smooth blend of thoughts.
I appreciate your comment. Thank you.
Very fine poem, Ursula. It’s power stems from the restraint (both in language and form) with which you treat a serious subject.
My hat’s off to you.
Thank you for reading my poem. I am so glad you enjoyed it.