3 result(s) for Pretending Poems.
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Borrowed Height
At noon the shadows lie down small,
huddled beneath the feet of things,
but when the sun begins to fall
they stretch like kings in borrowed wings.
The fence becomes a towering wall,
the lamppost reaches for the stars,
and every bird-shaped hush is tall
as cathedrals, as the sky's own scars.
They practice grandeur, grave and slow,
trailing the dog across the lawn,
swelling the child's small bones to grow
the giant that the dusk has drawn.
But they cannot keep the pose all night;
the moon arrives and shrinks their pride,
and giants fold back into sight
as humble things that crouch beside.
Borrowed Wings
Above the tar and tangled wires,
I climb to where the wind is kind,
and stand with toes against the edge
while city hums slip out of mind.
I spread my arms like crooked wings,
pretending gravity's a lie,
and watch the pigeons wheel and dip
across a sky that's wide and high.
They never ask me where I've been
or why my shoes are scuffed and worn;
they only know the lift of air,
the pull of morning, bright and born.
So I will hold this game a while,
a boy who's half a bird in play,
then turn back to the stairwell door
and carry feathers down the way.
The Puddle's Grand Voyage
Beneath the sky's wide, washed-out gray,
A puddle dreams of waves at play.
It puffs its chest and stretches wide,
"I'm the ocean!" it cries with pride.
A beetle drifts on its glassy blue,
A ship of bark in a dream come true.
The clouds above, its endless sky,
The gutter's edge, its shoreline high.
When the boots come splashing through,
The puddle waves its arms at the crew.
Then the sun peeks out to dry its foam,
And the great blue sea goes home.
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