Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
A flying dream, a dream of flight,
out over the ocean, mile upon mile,
and then, to me, astonishing sight,
skyscrapers, buildings, piled upon pile.
“New York,” I thought, “it has to be!”
America, never a dream before,
yet decades have passed and here I be,
all guesses aside, on Boston’s north shore.
Line count: 8
Rhymed abab cdcd
For Express It In Eight, 07.22.22
Prompt: Write a poem about a dream that came true, a prophetic dream of sorts.
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