"How's yours coming? Got any ideas? "
"I'm in the fifth stanza already, this is going to be neat!"
That's me and 4 other friends of the poetry club,
Scribbling away in a corner where the tree's shadow
Builds a shelter from the sun, and for the Muses
Larking away in its green rustling branches.
Really though, we should be in class....
But what's the point in hunting for an "x"
Which is written on the page, and has no meaning,
Nor content? They call it a "variable"!
Well, these words for sure are variable too,
But to play with them and twist them to falter into
New meanings (see what I did there?) is divine.
No weird symbols from a Cyrillic alphabet today for us!
We're scribbling our souls on pages, to see them live.
We could get caught but no beating could ever beat the
Exhilaration of the ink dancing into new thoughts like Adam's first breath.
(c) Nyonglema
Categories:
cyrillic alphabet, anniversary, middle school, poems,
Form: Free verse