flying cellophane drifting further out of reach string too short to catch
By Reid Christmann2 years ago in Poets
Cumulonimbus, fill my view with wind and gray as rain wets my skin.
backs to the grass, we gaze and wish upon the stars: let this moment last.
Shy, blithe play of light concealed to the naked eye penned by earth's author
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
Drone light splits the dark Like la migra's knife—we press Our prayers to the earth ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Tiffany Harris2 years ago in Poets
deep within the clouds a blanket is made for us a soft veil of snow
The peaks lift my legs, At times to chase floating clouds, Yet others, to fight.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Sirens paint the sky The color of my daughter's First lost baby tooth ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
beyond the skyline lie my dreams so noble, but far beyond my scope
upper atmosphere like a magnifying glass to the outer space
What the Germans say: "No. There is no bad weather only bad clothing"
bows of rain, painted by the sky, sculptured and carved by earth's chemistry
