Swallow the Sun

take the sky down
to Earth, piece
by piece. Trees

uproot from
gravity and float up to
dip their leaves in
the sky. Each drop

of rain
piles on itself to
form mirrors, called
oceans. Branches

tear away
from soil, soar up
to blue sap and
become stars. Blurred

clouds and pastel
leaked flowers form
a bowl of color upside down
on a pruned finger. Prarie

eyelashes--drift on the
wind alongside the sun
swallowed by the moon.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem

This Poems Story

I have always loved writing, but the person who inspired me the most was my creative writing teacher Mrs. Scenters. She always finds new ways to get me thinking about things to write. So I just want to thank her for everything she's ever taught me.