Under the Clouds the Children Play

Breathless giggles


toothless smiles,

bright-eyed innocence


unconditional love.

See the children

play in the sun,

the shadows

of their faces

filled with


Their small throats full of

improvised songs and memorized prayers,

both offered freely to

the pale blue sky.

For hours,

For years,

For decades.

Life settles on them,

lifts them up,

as the melodious bells of innocence

turn to a

discordant death-knell,

and  flowers wilt

away the will to live.

And the questions

in their eyes

take root,

and grow


And now clouds gather,

dark and threatening,

full of dread powers


poisoned winds.

A shadow of a

human being watches

from the edges,

its stench lost

in the wayward


It approaches



in its sandbox,

putting its life into

an hourglass

to be flipped over,

and over, and over…

Wind-driven rain

drowns the cry for help,

and now a toothless smile

slowly slips on the mantle

of the lonely


now sitting in its window,

clear as rivers,

who dreams

it was one

of the children


under the clouds.


Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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