Pink Petal Power

Day 30 of NaPoWriMo.  I got 26 in 30 days.  Not too bad.

Today’s prompt is to write a poem in reverse.  You can “start with the last line and work your way up the page to the beginning.”  Or you can “take a poem you’ve already written, and flip the order of the lines and from there, edit it so the poem now works with its new order.”  I went the second route, this is a reverse poem of one of the poems, The Cherry Blossom Chorus  I wrote back in 2013 NaPoWriMo.

Pink Petal Power

New hopes, new dreams, new beginnings.
The cherry blossoms flutter and join the chorus of
grins and smiles and the din of joy
of my numerous walkers, skaters, and cyclists.

The esplanade is alive, with
yellow rays, pulsating and piercing through blue-grey skies
the sun wakes the city from deep slumber.

Soft patter of tiny, pounding of big feet
on concrete, provide the rhythm, as
ripples of wind whisper
sweet nothings to still waters,
and join the visual symphony of pink petals.

The Emergency of Now

Day 29 of NaPoWriMo.  This is my 25th post in the month.  Today’s prompt to “write a poem in the form of a review.”  But, I think I veered off course and this is more a reflection than a review.

The Emergency of Now

Riot gear, tear gas, looting, caught in dire emergency of now
Tomorrow is today, today, now.  Where’s the fierce urgency of now?

Under night curfew, the situation’s quelled.  It is an easy pivot
to indifference and neglect, under the insouciant dormancy of now.

Orioles played in Camden Yards with full press boxes, and
empty grandstands: that’s the spectacle, the new normalcy of now.

Trapped in a dragnet of minor violations, offenses and crimes,
feeding the incarceration machine – that’s the grand larceny of now.

Even with tied legs, the caged bird trills songs of freedom,
wishing to irrigate green shoots and plough the verdancy of now.

Unequal opportunity and ’Mirage’ of trust, weigh down dreams
Flutter swiftly the wings of hope to free the leaden buoyancy of now.