Inky blue,
creeping westward
across the twilight sky.
Daylight’s last stand,
but a thin band
along the horizon.
Dotting the heavens,
boundless possibility
revealed in its wake.
Rooted to the ground,
the dreamer waits
for gravity to relent.
Written for Week #236 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Blue, Count: 38)
Photo credit: Greg Glazebrook via GMG Photography.
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Well done, Greg. A pleasant little poem
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Thanks Bill
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A beautiful poem you have woven here, Greg. I can’t pick out any particular stanza as they are all solid beautiful images. Well done 🙂
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Thanks. 🙂
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I’d love to read more about the boundless possibility and where the dreamer flies to! Nice poem, Greg!
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Thanks.
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Lovely words and a delightful image, nice one.
My 38 words!
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Thank you.
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Hard to keep your feet on the ground at a sight like this! Lovely photo and poem!
pax,
dora
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Thank you.
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Beautifully done. And gorgeous image!
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Thanks!
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The poem is lovely and the image is stunning.
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