This is a last-minute poem for Linda’s paint-chip poetry this week. It’s not really a narrative poem but uses 4 of the words.
If you have faith as a mustard seed,
Although it won’t be easy-peasy,
You can against all odds succeed.
Sky-high can reach a skyscraper,
From some metal and scaffolding,
Reality grown from a drawing on paper.
Maybe you can even, under mistletoe,
Receive a kiss one festive Christmas,
Meeting that kismet, standing on tiptoe.