Today's prompt is
to write a poem constructed of single, declarative sentences until the final
line which should be a question.
Here's what I've
come up with.
Wishing on thin air
The sky is not an
eye.
The sky is just
blue air.
The thick
atmosphere presses upon us.
We walk beneath it
unknowing.
I have not loved
and lost you.
I did not love you
at all.
You were staring
at the blue sky.
I read a book.
There are clouds
scattered like cushions.
The sky is not our
couch.
We do not sit like
gods on high.
We wait in
ignorant longing.
We spin so fast we
can't even feel it
and the sky seems
to be blue.
Do you close your
eyes against the bright sky
when you make a
wish?
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