NaPoWriMo 2021
April 4
Prompter: Official site
Prompt: Write a poem based on a photo by @SpaceLiminalBot
If pain had a pattern,
I’d say it was a pinstripe
of emerald green and sunny yellow
falling over each other
again
and again
and again
till one’s very eyes burn at the sight.
Never-ending,
forever falling,
a loop of straight lines
of green and yellow
falling over each other
again
and again
and again
till one’s very mind fizzles out at the sight.
But there’s always bends in the roads
so the pinstripe curves —
a gaping hole
stretching out the straight
till they almost burst at the seams —
almost —
to make way for a single picture
framed in polished wood and glass
and pinned up for all to see.
A single tree
soon to be
struck down by lightning.
A single tear
soon to be
followed by many.
But it’s a single moment
as the pinstripes keep falling
over each other
again
and again
and again
till it becomes a part of one’s very breathing
till you jump off the chair —
or slowly stand, at your pace —
and pry at the wallpaper
and curl your fingers and rip
a gaping hole
stretching out the straight
till they almost burst at the seams —
almost —
to make way for a single door
ready to be opened
to a world of possibilities
far, far away
from the pinstripes of pain
emerald green and sunny yellow
falling over each other
again
and again
and again
till they are nothing but
a simple pattern
and nothing more.
