NAPOWRIMO #3 WIND

NAPOWRIMO # 3

WIND

Dust and leaves swirl through the door
Nasty mess upon the floor.

Someone else will have to clean
I am caught here, in between

What I must do and what I want ...
To run and play I'd like to flaunt.

So wind, take your silly self away!
I refuse to clean, today.


mebw
© 4/3/13

blossom napowrimo #13

BLOSSOM

gardenia blossom
blazing white in field of green
nature's purity

Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 4-13-11

VIOLIN STRINGS napowrimo #6

VIOLIN STRINGS
Vibrating
They resound.
Pressure them
They change.
Look closely
And they’re singing
To the frog again.

Change
The pressure,
Change
The string,
The tired frog
Says good-bye
The tip is now the friend.

Neighbors four
Together sing,
Frog and tip
Harmony bring.
Listen closely
And you’ll hear
Them call your heart again.


Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 4-6-11
Napowrimo #6

QUESTIONS, ONLY QUESTIONS napowrimo #5a

QUESTIONS, ONLY QUESTIONS

Why can't my students come prepared
with an open mind under their hair,
with food in their bellies, a smile on the face,
knowing they're part of this human race?

Why must they come with their vacant look
as if it's a chore to just open a book?
Why must they grumble when given a task,
like curiosity is too much to ask?

And why don't they know how great they are,
that each one shines, that each is a star?
Why do they clamour that life's not enough?
Who filled their heads with that silly stuff?

Could I have done it when I said, "That's not right."?
Could it have been me who stole their delight?
Was it something I said? Did I make it wrong
to be wrong, hoping they would be strong?

Was it the time I said to them, "No, wait!
I can't teach that now. According to State
Board of Ed regs, we must learn that later."
Did I stiffle desire when it could have grown greater?

They come to me and give me their trust
as best as they can, so to teach is a must.
The dilemma is, what do I do to ignite
the spark that has faded deep into THEIR night?



Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 4-5-11

WINTER BLAST napowrimo #5b

WINTER BLAST

When the wind comes roaring
and the eagles start soaring
something's about to change.

The air, a bit crisper feels
it comes and warmth away it steals
and life is left a bit strange.

When the frogs stop their croaking
it's the fire we'll be stoking
if the howling winds have come to play.

Crickets go to hiding
and on ice soon we'll be sliding.
Winter's here for yet another day.



Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 4-5-11