Kim has set the prompt today at d’Verse Poets Pub.
Write a poem about a building.
My First Skyscraper
Taller than Grandpa was when I was five.
A stony-steel beast that could talk to the clouds.
Sharp, shiny windows watching. Boxy eyes
you couldn’t see through, but they could see you.
A hundred steep steps to get close. The entrance
a spinning contraption swallowing giddy crowds.
Moving staircases moonwalking bodies to somewhere
important. Ceilings that made your neck ache.
I heard someone say we were in the Big Apple.
This building was nothing like fruit to me.





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