Time
drips so
slowly for
students waiting,
planning, day dreaming,
bursting at the seams to
flow out the front school door like
the churning, bubbling water of
a rushing stream whose dam has broken,
leaving behind scattered bits of debris.
*This etheree poem was inspired by the brilliant Ms. Chiu Booka Writes
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
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The form fit the function so well with this slice! The image of “time dripping” and students “bursting at the seams” on a Friday can also apply to staff. Especially today of all days. Thanks so much for the shout out.
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Your image mirrors the etheree poem’s shape so well! We all know this feeling on Friday afternoons. For my 8th graders, 6th period is immediately after lunch, so I think we all feel this way during 7th period. The feeling is universal, though, no matter in which late afternoon period it occurs.
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Oh I remember those days both as a student and as a teacher -especially on Fridays. Love the poem and the shape! Perfect for a Friday!
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