what do you call this glorious blazing ball of fire?
marvelously hanging up in what they call the sky
seemingly offering a warm embrace on a cold winter grace
will its heat be enough, warm my soul, my lonely heart?
what do you call this yet another ball of fire?
magically shining through the night
taking control over giving a peaceful rest
will its magic be enough, put my wary heart at pause?
what do you call these luminous spheroid objects?
perfectly positioned in between the magical ball
lifting heads and hearts heavenwards
will its brightness be enough, unload my heavy heart?
for what do I call the world without you
for what the world would feel without you
for what the world would look like without you
such a stranger I would be, the least to say
don’t make me a stranger to my world
so, please baby stay
Day 1 Prompt
Sometimes, writing poetry is a matter of getting outside of your head, and learning to see the world in a new way. To an extent, you have to “derange” yourself – make the world strange, and see it as a stranger might.
for Val’s NPM Scavenger’s hunt
prompt # 1 Write a love poem