JUMP! NaPoWriMo 2022 - 5. Chapter 5 Week 4

23.

I wish...

a whisper thought flies away

with my hope, for the

past is ironclad, and a harsh teacher.

Time is linear, lesson learned, I just walk on.

I wish...

a whisper shoot sprouts green

with gleaming purpose,

for the future is malleable

and hope returns—and possibilities wake.

24.

Today the horde's object will be to learn

that an oak tree is nothing like a beech,

and we better not trample ostrich fern.

Some teachers are super annoying—sheesh.

Okay, it's a hackberry, not a birch.

The class inwardly suffers mid-forest,

then gather seeds and leaves to do research.

A sigh, 'Eh, man I'm not a florist!'

A beechnut tastes a little green and sweet,

an acorn is bitter from its tannins,

unless you're a squirrel, then they're a treat,

in case you have forest picnic plannings.

We reach the bus, all muddy and sweaty

no song is sung, they're sleepy but happy.

25.

It is, was

and always will be the

piano, its clean, black and white keys

either playfully pressed down, or hammered in a

wild staccato, a melody dwells,

teases and then it fades

languidly.

26.

There is much to fear in the darkness,

There’s so much fear in the darkness

There is darkness in fear.

27.

First, lips touch and form B

then the tip of the tongue presses against the upper front teeth L

now a hiss explodes, in white and sparkling silver ISS

Bliss.

28.

Freshly sharpened dark grey tip, dances over blank paper, twirls, extra twirls, even pirouettes;

fine lines appear, form, letters, words, and the earth stops rotating when the purple tutu with orange ribbons whips to the tattoo of their heart.

29.

The soles thin, the laces frayed

scuffed leather tells of many trails

we napped in cool and shady glades

and now the bin is all that waits.

Prompt: (Let shoes somehow walk into your pedestrian poem today.)

30.

Hush! There is

silence between the words,

an idea to be touched by your

mind, ready to be processed, understood, and checked

against other ideas and thoughts

settle down, be quiet,

just listen.

Prompt: (Let today’s poem relate somehow to listening. It might be a deeper kind of listening, a listening in beyond sound and through the silences. Or your poem might simply tell of something heard in the world.)