Jack and the Beanstalk was exaggerated some
I know ‘cause I heard the real tale from my mum.
She was high when she told me, filled up with rum
I was terrified at her “fee fie foe fum!”
Jack was my uncle, and he kept that bean stalk
But could not climb it when he was too old to walk
He got stuck for a day, had to be rescued by me
Then the beanstalk dissolved, so it no longer “be”.
I pictured my uncle climbing the stalk, way up high.
He was a portly, asthmatic, arthritic kind of guy.
I do not want to say that I think my mom would lie.
But she gets crazy when she is juiced up so high
Categories:
beanstalk, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
And so plant a love
As real as the soil
Growing past the sky
Categories:
beanstalk, love, magic,
Form: Haiku
Trying to become who you are…
often the highest tree to climb
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
Categories:
beanstalk, life,
Form: Free verse
Climb away Jack
You’ll find your giant true
Forgetful one
The seed you plant is you
Categories:
beanstalk, analogy, identity, magic, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
The tree of faith grows from the ash of knowledge.
This evening I set fire to my college
and plant a bean in ashes. Very soon,
I do believe, I’ll get up on the Moon.
The tree of faith grows from the ash of knowledge.
6/16/2019
Writing Challenge 3, August 2019- Five Lines- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Categories:
beanstalk, faith, moon,
Form: Rhyme
Nothing hurts more than anticipation.
The fear of the unknown.
A love yet spoken.
Unspoken in desire.
Yet it sits and grows in the vase planted.
An odd since of humor.
It learned to smile.
Sprouting buds and leaves.
The taller it grew no longer
could it hide this desire.
Wrapping itself in vine.
Choosing to explore the unknown.
A love yet spoken.
Seen from the height of the vase planted.
It learned to smile more.
Finding a love seen from behind the glass.
It yearned for the sun,
Sleeping only when it couldn't be seen.
The sun.
The nourishment of dreams, granting peace.
A means to grow almost overnight.
Discovering more than this warmth felt root to stem.
The manifestation of the smallest thing.
Held tight, each bud, every leaf.
Symbolic of the heights reached.
Learning to speak in amplified volume.
It painted itself in infatuation.
Removing the price tag from the vase.
One of the greatest loves
Ever grown
Replanted outside.
Soaring above the clouds
Categories:
beanstalk, black african american, growing
Form: Free verse