I am flat out busy for the next couple of days, but it is amazing how a firm commitment to write a poem a day works out. Check for the new prompt in the evening - I think those in the US see it first thing in the morning, but it's wonderfully useful having it the evening before - go to bed thinking about it, think about it some more over breakfast and on the way to work, and write a poem in my coffee break. The only downside to the time difference is that I never get to post until after work, and I think the day has actually finished for many in the US by then, so you can take your pick as to whether I am almost a day early or several hours late.
The image prompt at readwritepoem is the above flickr photo by Pensiero
Not Yet Angels
We built our houses on hilltops,
climbed trees, trekked up mountains
strung single wire bridges across deep gorges
walked on tightropes, slid down zip wires
from tree top to tree top.
We jumped on trampolines,
harnessed ourselves to parachutes,
dangled under hang gliders
fixed balloons to baskets. We built
roller coasters, ferris wheels,
octopus rides, drove from fairground
to fairground. We sit in canvas seats
suspended in the sky, facing
the sun as it filters through clouds.
We are waiting to grow wings.