Image:Looking Up the Ceiling (here)
As he forlornly laid back in bed
Nights full of twinkling stars
he could only imagine
out there in the open skies
But she had left
Empty white ceiling
stared down at him
(33 words)
Note: To write a poem of not exceeding
33 words inspired by the word nights
For Vinay's hosting at - A Prompt Each Day
Prompt 26 In a Flash #2
You are very talented Hank with all the different poems you do write.
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Yvonne.
Sometimes the ceiling is all that's there as away she goes
ReplyDeletenights of looking at the ceiling can be very long...as you realize you are alone...
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