A poem a week for a year. |
| The Great Beyond Always is forever and that’s a long, long time, long enough, you’d think, to reach far as the stars and they, we’re told, are so distant even light gets tired by the journey. I doubt we’d make it, given hundreds of lifetimes, we’d still fall short, our eyes filled with the sight, fingers groping at nothing. Line Count: 12 Free Verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 20 Prompt: Write a poem about something that will always be out of reach |