nature, life, and the past

poem #40: follow your heart, not head (really short)

my head tells me to not hope
but my heart tells me the opposite.

what harm will it do?
none.

so I hope.
and guess what?

it happens.

Poem #41: memories

i see vivid images in my head
of running
laughing
crying

euphoria
satisfaction
happiness
despair

pulled from the depths
of my heart
it hurt to rip them out
and bring them to my conscience.

but it was worth it
cause now I am reliving them
even the sad ones
and that is hard

but it is life
and life is worth it
just like I am
especially after i pulled up these memories

poem #42: after rain (another short one

droplets of water
sliding down rejoicing, green leaves
and down the gutter
on to spiderwebs

holding on the delicate strands
glistening in the first light of the day
that is waking up the natural world
and life

poem #43: fig tree

little knobs
growing off of long,
spindly twigs
stretching toward the sky

leaves clinging to them
sheltering the earthy brown
dirt that sits below it
green

growing delicious
purple skinned figs
with a seedy, grapefruit inside
that grows green towards the bottom.

Poem #44: sage

sweet smelling
soft, feathery leaves
grow on a soft, mint green stem:
sage

reaching toward the sky
oval shaped leaves outstretched
soaking in the beautiful sunshine
while it lasts

and wilting in the rain
staying short so the water can fill it up
energize it

to be able to spread seeds around
and rebirth when it is gone

poem #45: numbness

i hear you
but it is static
i feel you
if you are numb

cause that is how i am feeling right now
empty
sad
numb

i see
but i don't acknowledge
i taste
but i don't notice

i feel
but it means nothing
i smell
but i don't know what I am smelling

i am numb inside
nothing.
empty
turned to s t o n e

poem #46: try

the best time
to try
is when you can't do it anymore
cause that is when you need too the most

Hannah you are doing sooooo great!!! I mean 46 poems wow, I haven't yet written a single poem till now and look at you. You have inspired me to write and I am gonna write a poem right away.

Hello, other Hannah! It was really nice to read through your poems. I love your country imagery, and the recurring themes of rain, barefoot, playing with family and friends, and especially the cherry blossoms.

Thanks so much, @ImaginativeAlice! I am glad I inspired you to write poetry. Nice to meet you too, @Hannah!

school bus: Poem #47

the first day
after a year and a month
of waiting impatiently
the bus finally rounded the corner

bright yellow, seats all spaced out
but same people
same annoying second graders
different people inside
and different bus driver

so much change
yet so natural
and because of this
by the second day
the feeling is all gone

poem #48: change

after all this time
not much has changed externally
nor visibly internally
but the scars tend to hide

lost friends
that found someone else
or moved away to find an open school.

but some change isn't so bad
like a new bus driver who didn't yell at kids
and asked us how our day was
but most of all

I can never take things for granted again.
cause this year showed me that there are things
you can lose that
you never would have thought

and it was that awareness
that made me smile as we approached the brick school
that we hadn't been in for a year
seeing old teachers

and friends in different classes
new ones too
that we had only seen through a screen.
euphoria came to me on that day

and half left the next.
why do we have to be so adaptive?
so in a hurry?
I am in a hurry to answer that question

poem 49: abandoned

i will write
you'll here from me soon

this summer, we will stay friends
i promise to not move on

but then you did.
you abandoned me
you broke my heart in two
i can't trust anyone any more
thanks to the two of you

i have no feelings
and i am numb inside
i don't have anyone
to understand
except myself

and i want someone else
i still need you
please don't go
but it is too late

and these pleads are lost on the wind
like your memories
of promises
and dedication

and me

poem #50: getting left out (a conversation)

hi guys
can you invite me into the zoom?
i want to show you how i can memorize pi

no, not right this second
i am talking about something... important

well when can you let me in?
i want to talk to you again.

how about in half and hour?
you will surely like it better
it is ours!

i know. that was kind of implied
in half an hour
i will be outside

well then
too bad for you
we are talking about things
that you think are poo.

like what?

fashion, boys
our old toys

okay then
see you around

(conversation ends

tears stream
down her face
for she knows
that she is the subject

that they are talking about
and she will never see them
they won't come to her
and she won't come to them

poem #51: no inspiration

i don't know
what to right
my pages are
white as white

i have too much
on my mind
i sure have
myself in a bind

i don't know
what to do
my ink ran out
and my mind is somewhere else

i don't know
what to do
but my eyes
are on you

yes, you
you little bird
brightly colored at the top of the willow
now i know what to write about!