Chained Ceiling

[Laura]

I often wonder where the outsides go
when I step inside
this empty street underneath the sky
is only under a painted ceiling

with pretty clouds
only a little higher than an armstretch
out of reach.

I walk forward
on pavement that may only be
rugged carpet
I walk faster
but it could be the background
moving

and I could be
standing still

completely still.

haven't I got something better to do?
haven't I got something better to think about?
when the sky is falling
and the sun's light is burning out . . .

maybe it's just me
a crowded head, an empty body

I often wonder what happens to the rain
once it has evaporated
sinks into the skin of the floor
of the street or the dirt

then drips back through the sky . . .

and the ceiling's leaking again.

[grifter]

laura, this is one of my very favorite things you have written, the whole piece, i've read it, again and again, very very beautiful, i can't say anything, to express, how much i enjoy it

[thecrazybeautiful]

The beginning is really great. You caught my interest with the first two lines. I also like

"but it could be the background
moving

and I could be
standing still

completely still"

and

"I often wonder what happens to the rain
once it has evaporated
sinks into the skin of the floor
of the street or the dirt

then drips back through the sky . . .

and the ceiling's leaking again"

It's really interesting, and it's bringing me some thoughts...

[stupidxgirl]

I have to agree with the above comment ^^^ That's my favorite part of this poem You have such interesting ideas Laura, I love it.

[Absinthe]

"I walk faster
but it could be the background
moving

and I could be
standing still

completely still. "


.......I really liked the wording here. This was great.