What happens when the world is asleep
On Monday, the moon looked like it made its own eclipse as it cut through the misty sky.
On Tuesday, I sat on a bench to watch a diamond like shooting star that lit up the sky like a crystal ball.
On Wednesday, the empty roads lay leaving the rustiling leaves across the silent paths.
On Thursday, planets orbited around the slowly moving sun like the earth rotating.
On Friday, tree sillohettes stood in their positions as the strong wind.
On Saturday, I watched as the yellow windows turned black as the sun was eclipsed by the darkness.
On Sunday, I dreamed of what would of happened tonight if I stood near the street light.
I enjoyed reading your poem, Chloe. It has a mystical feel about it that makes me think that we are a tiny part of the universe.I like your choice of verb in your first line – “The moon…cut through the misty sky.” Did you read it carefully before publishing, because I think you could improve Friday if you look at it again. Great first poem.
I like the moon looked like it made it’s own eclipse.
Good choice of worlds
I like that you have put on Sunday you dreamed what would happen if you stood under a streetlight