A poem a week for a year. |
| Big Sky The words speak of Montana or Wyoming but the plains have the same enormous skies, that great bowl of washed out blue echoing the featureless landscape. Much of Africa, too, lies beneath such emptiness, a void so immense and without limits that I can believe the stories of immigrants taking one look at the vastness and boarding the plane to return to their comforting valleys and dales. But to those who have grown under the blue, this open and unfettered space is home and hearth, tough love of the infinite, freedom beyond understanding. Line Count: 14 Free Verse For Promptly Poetry, Week 33 Prompt: Take the phrase "Big (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase of your choosing. Make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. |