bumblebea

Write a fiction or non-fiction story in poetry or prose about the lifetime of an accessory, (a bracelet, watch, favorite pair of shoes, anything you wear every day) from when you get it to the time you must throw it away through this object's eyes

To be a poet is not to write poems.  

No. 

Most anyone can do that. 

Most anyone has done that, 

for school, maybe. 

To be a poet is to see a tree  

stop.

stop running.

stop worrying.

stop everything.

drop. 

drop to the ground.

drop your possessions.

drop everything.

roll.

roll anyway from the fire.

roll away from your fears.

2:15

This sun is mostly full, though there is a slight nibble out the side

2:30

A bigger bite, almost Pacman shaped

3:00

Looks like a crescent moon, but it's actually the opposite

No school today,

For the first time since December

It's been five months,

Almost half a year,

Yet the snow falls,

We ripped March off the calendar

Yet the snow falls,

The snow melted in February,

Bright

Too bright

Too much light

For the first moments of awakening

The thump thump thump of my heart

Only disturbed by my alarm

I hit snooze, yet again