I thought I saw
flying in a cross formation.
Then I recognized
this treasure rare
was four goldfinch
Do your eyes often see things differently than what they really are? You'll see a face in a crowd and think it is a friend and as you walk toward them, you realize it isn't.
I often misread signs when I look at them quickly. Usually it is with a humorous result. For instance, I'll see a sign that cautions, "Be careful walking up the stairs," and I'll misread it as, "Be careful walking up the stars." It does instantly take me to a poem I want to write about walking among the stars.
So here is today's challenge--write a persona poem from the voice of the sun or the moon, or even a star. Perhaps you want to have a conversation between them. What do they see? Do they get tired doing the same thing day after day, night after night? What do they do for fun?
I hope you have fun writing your poem. Please share your verses with me in the comments.