Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying. I blended old lines with new ones for this prompt.
They say tigers cannot change their stripes,
but I don’t think that’s right.
I always saw the stars as scrambled in the sky, until I saw them through your keen eyes. You pointed out Orion, with his belt of three stars in a row, and the Big and Little Dippers, with their handles and bowls, and The Twins, two stick figures, with their arms stretched far, and The Bull with his v-shaped face, found first by locating the large red star. It seems stars can rearrange themselves, I’ve seen it so myself, I wonder now, what else I’ve missed as remarkable, because of what I thought impossible. I've seen the inner workings of my own heart, twist and turn, as it learns, to love. I think that's all proof enough, to believe, that something can also change with you and me.