Chris Allen Poet Free verse

I Shared a Kurt Vonnegut Lecture With My Students and They Beamed

They call it the Sunday Scaries
They call it the Bubble Visualisation Exercise 

I felt the polished wood of my table 
The softness of my son's hair

My pencil snapped when I started my Gratitude Journal
Turn to the person next to you and tell them about a teacher

As loud as God unzipping his fly
Sat in the back not being able to find the steering wheel

They laughed
They were charmed

The shapes of stories
The shapes of restfulness and well-being

My son is playing piano as I write this
I'm going to stop writing 

If this isn't nice, I don't know what is

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Jeff Kyser April 10, 2022 at 4:56 AM I forget my vonnegut, but I don't think it matters - I like this, nice indeed. Chris Allen April 11, 2022 at 7:09 AM I don't think it matters either Jeff. The lecture was 'The Shapes of Stories' that can be found on YouTube. It's very life-affirming. All the best.