We are still
for some diploma
promise. Hold this crimson
close, that one in a vermillion
horizon to heart; start
asking all the right questions:
Can I pocket this praise?
Can I fill this page with sunbeams?
Shall we dance on this one sky-scrim stage?
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
This is so flipping gorgeous. I adore what you did in the title.
“We are still
for some diploma” … Yes. Of course we are. (Make mine yella.)
“salutatorian sunrise” … Man, is that pretty. I guess that’s where I got the yelli-jelli shade from (for the gowns, hats, and diplomas).
“Hold this crimson promise; close that one in vermillion” … “Close,” as in end, shut the door on.
Such beautiful storytelling.
From the title on, the wordplay, line breaks, and language are brilliant!
awesome work done ✅