rising

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