Monday, March 9, 2009

An Average Day in Mrs. Hoekman's Class-Revised

an average day:
paper airplane
doodle in my notebook
boy with a runny nose
pencil
tardy slip
shouting from the hallway
an untied shoe
boring lecture
chalk on chalkboard
an unforgiving bladder

__And her.

her scent is locked into memory
__an early sunrise on a new spring day smell
____that flavorful hair speaks fluent love


____her smile etched into the back of my eyelids
__with every dream I am blessed with her sillhouette

__with every blink I am born again

____an immoral love that even I joke about
______this magnetic pull as we grow nearer

________the large hand ticks slowly around her
__________time is an artifact under her controlling

____yet

a podium stands as a mountain in my way
her diamond as an ocean

just another student
an average day

2 comments:

  1. did you ever give/say this poem to hoekman? ;)

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  2. It's.. interesting. I like the font size change, because it really pops out. The metaphors are magnificant.

    I don't really want to say anything else, because the subject is, well... :P

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