the days in spring start to sing
they find me always busy
spider web work is their logic
the evenings are often just the same
summer shines relentlessly
an air conditioner in my office
grinds me to a gooey mass
nights test a solitary sweaty wrestler
winter in caps of sheep’s curls
fur lined waterproof boots
home and tired - how to spend the evening
cold covers and pillow are dark whispers waiting
you swam through waves of solitary tea cups
you showed me what the night was all about
Sunday, April 29, 2007
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8 comments:
Sounds like a lucky teacher you are too!! You can teach and "old dog" new tricks!!
Thanks Pat! You never outgrow your need to keep learning. Good grief, I'm becoming a confessional poet. Not really! Thanks for the great comment my friend.
The best teacher is often the best student. We all know the saying "those who can't do teach". Never bought that. The greates thing one can be taught is how to learn. Got to know how to learn to teach it.
Thanks for that Ozy! In these days of learner autonomy and life long learning, it is wonderful to see the return of some things I naturally enjoy sharing. Likes and dislikes are common trade items among those who are close. I love to share the joy of learning new information, using the things I have learned to engage in pleasant pastimes, and my distaste for viewing the world with a closed mind.
I love feeling a kind of closeness to my students although I realize that one day they will walk out the door of my classroom and, in all likelihood, never return. Still I wish them the best I know how to give.
Thanks for that wise comment, my friend!
Those last two lines -- dynamite!
Thanks Aurora, that's what cuplets (pun intended) are all about isn't it! Thanks for the wonderful comment, sweet lady.
This is so sensual and yet skillfully understated
Thanks Sue! I'm glad you enjoyed the sensorial experiences of this poem! Thanks for such a nice comment.
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