This slice is part of the Slice of Life on Two Writing Teachers! #sol25. I’m slicing on as many Tuesdays as I can. I hope you’ll join me.
I forgot to wish As I watched The wishing star Shooting star Fireball Streak across the sky
My slow brain wondered What is that? Is that a shooting star? A bright ball of glow Green tail, almost neon Came so close to the horizon I was sure I’d see an explosion of light Hear a boom
But it just Stopped Ended silently I was so struck by the magic I forgot to use it A shame because I could use a wish (or two)
I love how you structured this poem. It slowly reveled the magic you were seeing, trying to comprehend. I ended reading it, thinking I bet your wish could still be granted, after describing the star step by step shooting across the sky. Have a magical Thursday. Clearly, your gift for writing is magical!
Wishing you the best for 2025. I can relate to the “slow brain wondering.” I think mine is constantly set to this speed. Yes, I miss things, but on the bright side, I think I comprehend better.
On a Thought 
I love how you structured this poem. It slowly reveled the magic you were seeing, trying to comprehend. I ended reading it, thinking I bet your wish could still be granted, after describing the star step by step shooting across the sky. Have a magical Thursday. Clearly, your gift for writing is magical!
Wishing you the best for 2025. I can relate to the “slow brain wondering.” I think mine is constantly set to this speed. Yes, I miss things, but on the bright side, I think I comprehend better.