Rosalie of Against the Shadows wrote a poem that inspired me to write and just put out my thoughts. It was cathartic. I haven’t had that happen in a while.
I’m sorry I haven’t been around much. Hopefully my poem will do the explaining for me.
Careless
Dry coughs and chalk dust and cobwebs and house dust
mark out the space between nightfall and daybreak
Punctuated by study sessions of the night hours
And dreams of missed assignments and tests
Barely bothered to care.
The school is restless.
I haven’t had a moment’s peace in months
Between deadlines and crying children
Who were too old to cry in the first place
And the year is dying and it’s turning cold again
(my geranium is dead. I meant to bring it in)
Carols are here already as they try to ignore
The dead part of the year
October is an attempt to romanticize the brown
Before Christmas.
It’s that part of the semester again.
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