Writing Prompt

open skies beckon in something broader

tidal waves push seashells on and offshore

the coastal sand longs for the taste of seawater

the shining moon wishes to be something more

the trees are bare as the leaves flitter down

the bluebirds and their songs are long gone

the squirrel’s acorn resembles your crown

the grass is greenest in the forest’s own lawn...

Open skies beckon in something broader

A universe beyond our atmosphere

Clear fields call out to something stronger

The land that we’ve betrayed with those buildings yonder

Oh what cries can be heard for the lust of adventure

What sounds echo loudly for the desire to wander

I am lost for a reason

I’ll be found when it’s time

For now I’m immersed in a world so divine

Don’t wake me up....

Open skies beckon in something broader.

Would that that pale Carolina blue

Would crack and tremble

Beyond the midday hue

And the clouds that daily assemble.

Open skies beckon in something broader.

A wide dark cut with the light from a billion stars…

This can’t be all there is.

World weary and sore like all these old scars…

Where somewhere, somewhere out there ideas still fizz.

Open skies beckon...

Open skies beckon in something broader.

I can feel it as the wind whips past me.

This whispers, secrets and prayers it carries

weigh it down,

making it heavy and dense.

The grasses sway

and lay flat against the rich earth

in which it grows.

The creek burbles and glistens

in the golden hour light

that burns in the afternoon sky.

I breathe in tandem with the setting of the sun.

Arms stretched hig...

Open skies beckon in something broader.

Moonlight awakens the night with a firework of fireflies and stars dancing about.

But beyond this beautiful sight are ominous clouds dark as night.

Waiting to shatter the skies with the rain as she cries....

Open skies beckon in something broader.

From the flat hills I stood on as a child

Bringing in wood for the winter,

There was a longing for the skies.

As avid as my aversion for chopping wood.

On a trip to town armed with enough coin,

Enough for milk from the farmer and stale bread.

On my trip home a machine caught my eye,

It had wings bird-like and glided through idle wind,

My heart jumped as d...

Open skies beckon in something broader

Showcasing air that pushes its way into every corner of my lungs

Cool, fresh, light but filling

Bringing with it hope like waves of positivity radiating through my entire being

Natural light from the sun brightens the whitest of clouds some thick like strung cotton balls others airy as cotton candy but all glistening against a crystal blue sky

Smoky gray mou...

Open skies beckon in something broader

I'd rather be safe than be someone's fodder

But I'll work hard and put myself out there

Let those who need them use my words

To heal and grow and know it's possible

Cloudy and gray puts me in a haze

And I lose count of all the days

I sit here in silence not making a sound

Just dragging along on repeat

While others succeed and fly

But since open skies beckon...

Open skies beckon in something broader,

When the moon sings out my name,

A smile touches my tear streaked face,

But even the stars don’t distract from the darkness

Don’t remind me that the sun will rise,

When I can finally see the moon,

I know clouds don’t last forever,

But that doesn’t mean I didn’t get lost in the shadows

The sky isn’t just a void,

And I won’t ignore the stars,

But still the t...

Open skies beckon in something broader

Standing still atop the steep hill

I look below at the seemingly infinite landscape

Settled by cows and deer alike

A gusty wind emerges from the east

Bringing life to the tall grass, now swaying

Birds swiftly glide across the sky

I take a breath, eyes focused on the sight

The peace I find here is one of a kind...