so much depends
upon
the Wyndham
hotel
flooded with sprinkler
water
beside the BOS
center
(A nod to William Carlos Williams and “The Red Wheelbarrow” while looking away from The Wyndham Hotel)

so much depends
upon
the Wyndham
hotel
flooded with sprinkler
water
beside the BOS
center
(A nod to William Carlos Williams and “The Red Wheelbarrow” while looking away from The Wyndham Hotel)

For Day 3 of NaPoWriMo I decided to do my own thing. This is based on Langston Hughes’ poem “Harlem” which can be found at Poetry Foundation.
What happens to a voice unheard?
Does it get lodged
Like popcorn kernels behind a tonsil?
Or deflate like a tire—
And then collapse?
Does it smell like singed hair?
Or bubble and fizz—
Like a chemical reaction?
Maybe it just whispers
Like cotton in one’s ears.
Or does it scream?