Moving on into the night
I struggle with ideas,
Trying in desperation to fit words
To a subject I don't even understand
A train sounds its horn
A sound born of forlorn lament
A cry shorn of language
Torn between anguish and mourning
Research work
Rattling across my inner landscape
Paraphrase paraphrase paraphrase
Mindless conglomeration
(The third line of the third verse is an echo of Charles Bukowski's line "boxcar boxcar boxcar" in the poem Boxcar)
Categories:
midterm, onomatopoeia,
Form: Other
I dreamt upon
a blessed night
that suddenly
the world went
right
man turned from darkness
back toward Light –
I dreamt upon a blessed night
that evil had finally been
defeated – the Devil, sorely
retreated
for man had rejected darkness
in favor of Light –
and all of God's angels, rejoicing
reached down into the earth-grave
plucking from ashen depth all
those long deceived slave
as men, covered in soot
were lovingly lifted back into
heaven's healing, cleansing embrace:
At last!~ having turned from The Fallen
Prince's Snake-charmer Face –
for man had chosen Light
over Serpent-damnation...
Then, my bedside alarm went
off! – rudely awakening me from my
pleasantly dreamy-soft: “Life,”
the Buzzy said; “is not always
fair, yet bad reality often a survivable
Night-mare; close one eye, to let the
other see only what's fair – Maybe
next election, enough will try
good defection...and instead of
just an outright steal, votes tabulated
will be only those real....
Categories:
midterm, betrayal, christian, corruption, dream,
Form: Free verse
I sit in judgment of my students
and hate to be trapped in that position.
Just a lab assistant with his rodents,
training them to accept their condition,
hoping that what little critique that
I can inculcate aids in their travails
through space and time and facilitate
their own questions at times that power fails
to provide good answers to the life
they find themselves trapped in hopelessly,
and sometimes to the point of greater grief.
Why can not education be mainly
a conversation with respectful rules
between those who need, and those who have tools.
Categories:
midterm, education,
Form: Sonnet