She stood at the abyss
stared straight ahead, contemplating.
To gaze down and succumb,
or look up and search the night sky,
seek one shooting star
one point of light, one gift her quest:
a day followed by tomorrows.
I’m hosting Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. The prompt for today is to write a poem using the word “gift.” Consider the many ways the word can be used: gift of gab, a special trait, a package wrapped in ribbons, gifting someone, etc. Photo: Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh. Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come join us!