Friday, 1 April 2016

Fresh Air

It's NaPoWriMo 2016! The prompt to kick it all off is astoundingly uninspiring; to write a lune. I think I would have been happier with the prompt "Uh... write a poem or whatever..."




Circled Sun


The clouds are a kingdom
I'll never indwell
So let them cry, precipitate

I see the circled sun
The sky heaves
Something snaps unhurriedly

Heaven is layered in shades
I was shown
The vault belongs to none

None but me


2 comments:

  1. Well done on this poem. I especially like the part about the circled sun. 😃

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  2. Love those first two lines.....they seem magical!

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