Mayday Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mayday

Sky mourns for season
-while hidden in thick veil;
-head to toe in grey.

It weeps and whines and sobs
-wails; it is non-stop.

Sheds tears;
-drizzles.

Scarlet are trees;
-masquerade for parties.

Some wear masks
-and some mud
-on the heads and faces
-as if mud is scarf
-yellow to red, brown.

But that girl; that devil
-walks like a partridge.

Has plugs in ears
-that end up in wires.

Too busy is she with
-bobbing to what hears.

Isolated herself
-from world around her.

Is blind to my look
-and body that shivers.

I drive and am lost
-in motions, maneuvers,
-and her worth, treasures
-that ripple on her chest.
-They are the "Killer-Waves"
-that drown all vessels
-make me call "Help, Mayday! "