In the class room
the fan makes the loudest noise
second to the crinkle of paper
turning, shuffling.
Shifting bodies.
deep breaths,
inhaling fortitude,
exhaling a last,
desperate hope.
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Day 14 of NaPoWriMo. Not following the prompt, which is about examining one’s name. Patrick Lane has already written the only Bird poem I’d want to write!
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I have loosely followed the given prompts, sometimes it’s harder to write with one!
I like prompts that are form suggestions more than content suggestions. Some days the prompt speaks to me. Some days it doesn’t. I can always think of something to write, though.
Yes, the NaPoWriMo are a bit too specific.
Good capturing the anxiety that comes on test day. It took me back.