Writer’s Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #484: Summer

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Summer is Longer Here

She is the interlude who dances between the equinoxes,
her breath hot,
humid,
floral.
She is the intermission between grades–
not an interruption of education
but a continuance of all that is learned
beyond the glossy walls covered with old tape and dirty fingerprints,
of thin carpet pebbled with dried glue and freckled with chalkboard dust–
all of which make up the little factories that teach every child
like he or she was the same child.
She is the time for sleeping till not sleepy,
of standing in the rain without catching a cold,
and making messes outside that don’t have to be cleaned up.
She is the time for playing in the sun and sitting in the shade,
of lemon icebox pie on little saucers
and raspberry mint lemonade in tall glasses,
with more ice cubes than ade.
Then it is time to grow up,
and life is no longer measured in spring breaks
or summer vacations,
passing grades
or failing semesters.
Times such as summers gone by no longer come in huge swaths
but in moments strung together.
These former children find themselves wishing
they had enjoyed those summers even more,
but they did not know what they could not see
and now,
those moments stolen from themselves are spent
making their children’s summers everything they will remember
and one day long for.

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 485

Poem-a-Day April 2019 Writer’s Digest Challenge #2. Theme: Good Case and/or Bad Case #aprpad

Bad Apple

According to the kids in Miss Jewels’ kindergarten class,
the children had a bad case of the sillies,
rather than a good case of the giggles.
To regain control of her mischievous, rambunctious classroom,
Miss Jewels passed out “hash”tag conversation hearts,
gave them standardized tests,
& put herself on a screen,
turning them into the zombies
& she,
into their babysitter.

2019 April PAD Challenge: Day 2