The Poetry Marathon

How I wish I could fly

mount up with wings like an eagle

take to the sky

look down at the earth below

fall in love with the wonders I see

Be free and be filled with glee

I shall take the umbrella

and it shall become a parachute

take me up in the air

without wings I shall go

I shall look down at the earth below

fall in love with the wonders I see

Be free and be filled with glee

Without a care in the world I shall be

Yellow

Yellow was the color of the lights splashing through the windows

Yellow was the color of the lines drawn on the road

Lines that would lead to the house that encapsulated the yellow light that splashed through the windows

The house devoured the yellow light

Enslaved it

Contained it

Beheld it

The house was dark, and without this light, it would not be

For the dark house stood among tall dark trees

Surrounded by the tall dark skies where light no longer lay