NaPoWriMo Day 8: Hopes Forgotten

Day 8: A famous poem rewritten (off A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes)

 

Hopes Forgotten

Where do forgotten childhood hopes go?

 

Do they crystalize
like the sleep left in your eye?
Or bubble over like a pot of water
And silently fly?
Do they sink in your stomach like a
hastily eaten turkey dinner?
Or sit, like halitosis that lingers?

 

Maybe they change colors
like a rainbow in the spring.

 

Or perhaps they sing?

 

Here's to focus, Mothers, good friends and Fridays.