The Best of A Period
2001-06-03

4.5 more days of school. The kids must be going nuts. Hell, I am in a lazy mood today. I read A period poetry anthologies, and I was envious of some of my students. They are such clever thinkers and perceptive feelers. Let’s do a best of A period, shall we?

Here are some words that I find particularly poetic:

Hannah’s dedication:

To my mom,

Who stays up late for me

And is poetry herself.

Sydney:

What does your soul taste like?

…

I hear these trees moving in the wind

As the birds overhear the bugs

Beneath.

Meghan:

There is nothing but white noise here,

with the occasional cut of a car.

Yellow streetlights bounce off my jacket

only to fall on the glistening street.

…

I have a map of the universe in a language I cannot read.

Extended metaphor cut short

yeah that’s life.

Will:

Time can waste me,

But I’ll never waste time.

…

Walking down

The road of life

Taking forks and spoons as I go

While living in the moment.

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May they never find this site.

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