Hold Up the Sky
Sorrow-eyed, harp in hand began to chant a tale.
Like gossamer threads dulcet whispers waver near evening gale;
swarms in cunning swirls and whorls and drawn
at the edge then wake trailing off with the morning dawn.
Softness of water silk falling into a mere sigh
warm embrace within the dim as it holds up the sky.
3/20/2019
Poetry Contest: Pick A Title, Vol. 2 - Rhyme - 4. Hold Up The Sky
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2019
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