National Poetry Writing Month, Day 9
Prompt: write a poem in the shape of something
Come, stand here and admire
the view. It is endless, even the distant, hazy horizon
seems a falsity, an illusion we trick ourselves into believing to
allow ourselves limits; but we have risen so high, filled ourselves
to the brim with wild imaginings and ten-thousand lifetimes,
we are bursting at the seams with dreams so fantastic we
make Phileas Fogg misty-eyed; we will create whole
nations from omniscient love, paint masterpieces
from prismatic wonder, fill pages with
healing tomes of bright
despair, and learn
to rise
and
rise and rise
even higher.
JS 2020