Open Poetry #20 |
Wiping the Slate |
Ladyhawke Member
since 2001-09-01
Posts 86 |
What is this that floats in clouds Around my head and obscures My vision like the ocean fog? It comes with a dry smell. It is powder, chalk powder, From wiping the slate, Then beating those erasers... They have done much work; They are nearly worn, But they have a few more Things to wipe clean. I thank God that I was Given these erasers; Without them, I would Still glance nervously Over my shoulder at the age Of forty, wondering which Monster is creeping up Behind me. So much cleaning up to do In the wake of my own wreckage. You would think I was an Unhouse-trained puppy, Or else an evil person... Why else would I have to serve So much detention? |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
*s..I use to have my students want to stay after school to be my helpers and clap erasers or clean the boards...*s of course they were only 9 years old.. M |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Delightfully paranoid and strange -- in a child-like and fun way. I don't how or what you did exactly, but you did it well! Thanks for tryin' something new. I liked it. |
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Ladyhawke Member
since 2001-09-01
Posts 86 |
nakedthoughts, I used to like to clean the erasers, too...but then, I was only nine years old...and there wasn't as much to clean. bsquirrel, thank you much for your comments. I'm glad you enjoyed this. |
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