NaPoWriMo Days 8 & 9

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The prompt for Day 8 was: a poem about a flower

Sounds simple but it had me stumped! What could I say about a rose, or any other bloom, that another poet hasn’t already said so much better?

Staring out of the kitchen window, hoping for inspiration, I noticed a little patch of blue and came up with this:

Jogging my memory

I don’t remember
that plant                                             

growing between

paving slabs.

A weed, I guess.

Curiosity

made me wait,

to see what grew.

Of course!

How could I forget

forget-me-nots?

***

Day 9 was even more difficult.
The prompt was: a poem that includes a line you are afraid to write.

I was brave enough to write a few lines, but not to publish them.

You’ll have to make do with this:

For ?

They say you should be careful

in case your wish comes true

in unexpected ways

that hadn’t occurred to you.

So I’ll keep this one a secret

in my heart and all I do,

hoping I won’t need to name it,

because my wish is your wish too.

(Oh, dear, it sounds like something out of a greetings card, doesn’t it? Not scary at all!)