tap, tap, tap
A deep breath through the nose
click, click, click
Head lulling against the chair back
rustle, russstle
Eyes shut tight like little doors
crinkle, crinnnkle
Sounds fading into the background
The symphony roars
tap, tap, tap
Fingers strumming against wood
click, click, click
Pends popping open and closed
rustle, russstle
Soft pages bending over
crinkle, crinnnkle
Note passed from hand to hand
Shutters snap open; eyes wide
Spine snaps straight; legs rising, standing
Hand splayed wide; arm stretched out
"Give it here."
I felt like doing a poem with sound, with life. So I started thinking, my life is filled with noise. And what is the origin of most of that noise? School. With this in mind, I began to craft my poem (craft, that's a poetic word, right?). I started this poem out as a student, falling asleep, but half way through decided to make it the teacher. I think it turned out better as of such. Could you tell it was the teacher (the ending probably gave it away)?
I figured there was some note passing going on. xD I've never fallen in sleep before in school, but my one friend did write me an. . . erm, angry note about her boyfriend. I swear the teacher broke into my locker and stole it, and then. . . well, it wasn't too good. :3 But it wasn't terrible either. No detention or anything.
ReplyDeleteI've never fallen asleep in class either but there have been times I've really wanted to. Don't your lockers not have locks?
ReplyDeleteFun poem, thanks for sharing :-)
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Very cool!
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Great poem. Loved it.
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Thanks to all of you. :) It's nice to meet you all. I promise that I will get around to following you all but our Internet is down and currently I'm on my phone.
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