for short people with no one
to reach the top shelf
moon-gazer
sitting on a rooftop
hugging knees
silent morning
awakened by the sounds
that aren't
closing eyes
seeking faces forgotten,
sadly failing
what void
holds the millions
unseen
[Since it's National Poetry Month (NaPoMo,) I'm trying to do a different form each day. So far: limericks, a sonnet, and haiku. If you know of any obscure forms, I'd be glad to hear of them, because I don't think I know 30 flavors of poetry, presently - relatively short form, of course, I don't have the time or skill to do an epic narrative in a day. (Though micro-narrative will certainly be a thing.)]