Cloudless, or: Unbounded

EPIGRAPH:

Itโ€™s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes.

Truman Capote (1924 โ€“ 1984), Breakfast at Tiffanyโ€™s and Three Stories
unbounded in a boy's eyes
unbounded by societal norms
by truisms, by words, by my 
own eyes, by contrary evidence
unbounded by -

empty of reality
empty of understanding
empty of empathy
we're cloudless, their eyes
said, cloudless, clear, cogent
true, trustworthy, trust
us, trust us for everything, on
everything, look
to us for everything
look no further, not skyward, nor -

are you listening to us
are you paying attention, boy
are you disrespecting us
are you doubting us, boy -

ignorance clouds your thinking
clouds your mind
clouds your eyes; you
cannot trust anything
other than our cloudless vision
look up
at us, not past us
to the sky; we
tower 
in every possible way
trust us

Twiglet #287

we’re cloudless


Eugiโ€™s Weekly Prompt

unbounded


d’Verse poetics prompt: Breakfast at Tiffanyโ€™s

At d’Verse, poets were prompted to select one of eleven lines from Truman Capote’s ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ as inspiration to pen original poems.


Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

55 thoughts on “Cloudless, or: Unbounded”

  1. Trududging along
    Noose around the neck
    Bounded
    Looking this way
    Attracted to the other play
    Staying in step
    That’s how the story goes
    Truth be told
    There comes a day
    When the lot of generations
    Fall into your lap
    Hard- hitting
    And you fold.

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