BLUE BLUR
The following is poem number 8 of 2009’s NaPoWriMo – 30 poems in 30 days during the month of April. The original prompt was, “purple crystal wavy blue”.
BLUE BLUR
My students don’t care about tomorrow’s rain.
When I say it’s a false spring they ask
what’s false, what don’t I see?
They’re off at the door where I watch, sure
one of them will break an arm,
run head long into a pole,
bowl someone over near the slide.
They disperse in packs,
two-by-two into the trees,
teeter-totters, swarm to the merry-go-round,
push out of breath until it and them
are the same thing –
a blue blur that spins clockwise with the earth
until the sky sucks down,
lifts them home.
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Tags: April Fools, NaPoWriMo 2009, national poetry writing month
False spring? I prefer practice spring.
[...] The following is poem number 22 of 2009’s NaPoWriMo – 30 poems in 30 days during the month of April. The original prompt was, “outdoor play”. It feels like a bookend to poem #8, BLUE BLUR. [...]
Hi, cool post. Thanks for writing.