NPMC2016: Poems 8-10 Night, Change, and a Magical City

Did you think I forgot you?

If you've followed National Poetry Month Challenge in previous years,  you're likely used to there being a gap in my posting. 

This time around it is because my schedule is majorly overloaded. 

But since I just finished my taxes, even though it is after midnight, I figured some catching up was in order. 

So, here goes. Gonna whip up some poems at my favorite hour.

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These didn't take but half and hour, and I'm rather fond of them, as one can often be when things are fresh and new and he or she is a touch sleep deprived. But maybe you'll find something in them too. I at least think they sound good when read out loud. Last year my students did the Boredom Challenge -- the idea behind it being that you are much, much more creative after engaging in boring, noncreative tasks. 

It seems to run true. So, I guess you have my 4 hours of tax filing to thank for these beauts. 

Enjoy and good night.

NPMC 2016  Poem 8:

"Undersold Night"

It's late, it's late

It's getting very late

the second hand won't hesitate

to tick away the shining sun

and convince most others their fun is done

But some of us never took to curfews

and dallied about after the lights went out

so much it became our new norm

a new place to live and breathe

in much smaller crowds

And maybe there's something slightly addicting

to stay awake as the clock keeps on ticking

and others are snoring or well on to ignoring

the passing of time or things they oughtta be doing

My mind, for one, keeps on a-racing

even when I'm laid up in bed

and I can't get some ideas out of my head

So I get up and wander and ponder or write

or read or sit and simply enjoy

the undersold night

NPMC 2016 Poem 9:

"Changes Everywhere"

Changes changes everywhere

and not a thought to spare

for going back or heading forth

or sticking just right here

Only after we're bombarded

do we have time to brew

on all the ways it could have gone

if only we had knew

NPMC 2016 Poem 10:

"A City of Potential" 

Imagine a city as elusive

 as

 tomorrow

always on the horizon

with buildings that reach 

no, stretch, to scrape the sky

long and dark and possibly 

purple

full of potential

even from here 

we can sense the magic

in the air

a kind of mist or fog

a welcoming cloud

humming a melody of

come here

come here