Exam day. I stare
at the students who pour
thoughts out onto paper,
racing before the dreaded words
“pencils down”.
I dread
the grading, the long
hours when the writing blurs
and everybody in the room gets crankier
because we are still
grading, wading
through filled pages like through deep
mud. I hate that
it makes me think
unkind thoughts, that I am forced
to dispense judgment instead of
knowledge
and love.
10/19/2018
Categories:
crankier, education,
Form: Free verse
I like four o'clock in the morning
'cause I don't have to deal with peops scorning.
I like seven-thirty, too,
Cause that's when I getta do what I want to.
The afternoon's challenging
I'm crankier then, but often things
Spark me so much that I stay
engaged.
Honestly, I can say
that my favorite time of day
is when I hear a namaste
sincerely.
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oopsy
This one's by me Nancy Jones
nette, for the contest "In 24 Hours"
Categories:
crankier, mystery, me,
Form: Rhyme