NaPoWriMo #23

Childhood Uncovered

Lost in the years of my childhood:
memories of laughing and singing,
going on picnics, trips to the beach,
searching for treasures along forgotten trails.
These are not there for me.

Lost in the years of my childhood:
a home full of children and puppies,
loud birthday parties with clowns,
sleepovers with smores and late movies.
These were not there for me.

Found in the years of my childhood:
no school friends but new teachers,
movers and packing up again and again,
being the new kid every year ad nauseum.
These were always there for me.

Slow Burn

Outside in the middle of a corn field at midnight,
a 10-year-old girl imagines travelling towards
a supermassive black hole buried deep
in the constellation Sagittarius, and wonders
if she can arrive home yesterday in time for pie.

Is it Monday yet?

Today’s a day like any other 

The sun come up, its rays goes further

There is no pattern to adopt

It’s almost as if our time is stopped

                                                                 

Another list of things-to-do 

It never seems to change, boo hoo

Discovery of other places dropped

It’s almost as if our time is stopped

                                                                

Days blend like colours badly spread

Plans are cancelled months ahead

Trips to the grocery become unclocked

It’s almost as if our time is stopped

All poems © April 2020