Prompt Master Poems

Between Storm and Sky

I am the sky’s forgotten sentence,
a comma left on concrete
after the rain learned to move on.

Once, I held the whole world upside down,
streetlights trembling,
a shoe’s hesitant moon,
clouds practicing being clouds.

Children split me laughing,
tires worried me into rings,
and a leaf rested on my shoulder
like a secret.

Now the sun leans closer,
patient, persuasive.
I grow thinner by the minute,
a thought losing its words.

My edges retreat first,
no one notices goodbyes
that happen quietly.

Soon I will be everywhere and nowhere,
lifted into breath,
smuggled back into the sky.

If you pass this place later,
you’ll say it’s dry,
never knowing how briefly
I learned the shape of being.


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Written for: "PromptMaster !" 
Task Prompt: Write a poem from the perspective of a puddle that’s slowly evaporating.