Today's poem is one in my quest for using rhyme without seeming trivial or humourous. I didn't set out intending to rhyme, but it seemed to want to be that way.
Waking from a dream of flight
you feel the dream was real
that it's the daytime world
that's not quite right
you bend, pick up
a puzzle piece from off the floor
a glimpse of blue
if only you could put it all together,
you might soar.
written for the daily NaPoWriMo prompt "glimpse" at Poetry Thursday