Bop poem

form by Afaa M Weaver. Rules: 3 stanzas, each stanza followed by a refrain, 1st stanza 6 lines log & presents a problem, 2nd stanza 8 lines explores/explain problem, 3rd 6 line solution/explaination

Discovering what the person had, she caught her complaint,
Omission of what was not lacking or omission of what was.
Calling on herself to find what the mature person might say,
Understanding that the detail of viruses was buried under a
Mess of papers piled on a desk, each day the bulk mail streaming
Energetically into the mailboxes.  What is the problem exactly?

No one knew just then.  It wasn’t about love or fate necessarily.
The theme could have been about that, but we forgot about each
Almond coated with sugar for Jordan, like a garden, covered in
The new plant food for the spring season.  Will it be then I find
Spring?  Will it be then I locate the problem?  How can there be
Ice in summer, when I do not know how to build a refrigerator?
Occupational therapists must train people not to sit at desks for
Nightmarish amounts of time.  Eight hours a day in classrooms.

Eventually, we give up our ghost of school our shadow of what
Discrepancy we can find between each of our visions and this minutes.
Officious appointments with books, projects, or a supermarket aisle.
Loosely the pocket change reserved for meters or arcades.
Caws the type of raven bird, why do birds each sing a different song? The
Eagles less often seen except in a great expanse, the hawks away from here hardly heard a word of it. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really lke the refrigerator line..."how can there be ice in summer?"

we have our appointments with the mundane, every day things, but that loose pocket change of meter, or arcades (playful)---
the Eagles alone in a great expanse, sort of like the poet...and then there are the hawks who ignore the poets and fly to their own beat.