I remember the thrill of learning to write poetry,
the idea of twisting words
into rows of sea shells that would tell a story
of emotions running wild.
The man who taught me would sparkle
when he read my work
and he would assure me I would be famous
someday.
I doubted it, but I never lost hope.
He kept talking, reading, writing
until I was lost in his class.
I never wanted to leave-
mesmerized.
The term ended with a dull thud
on my dreams.
But it didn't stop me;
I kept writing, fulfilling my life-long dream.
He was always there, listening
and I often wondered
if he was hearing the words that went unspoken,
the heart-break that everyone felt.
I remember I would talk to him
every now and then,
popping up out of nowhere into his classroom,
ready for poetry and mystery
together.
His eyes would always tell a story
that I could not read.
He taught me more than just poetry;
He taught me life and people
mixed into the chaos of reality
and the story that was written in them
between the lines.
I have still not been able to read this story,
but I will keep trying;
I will never give up.
Author notes
This is about my Creative Writing teacher, who is undoubtedly the best teacher I have ever had. I have an extremely high level of respect for him. I'm not exactly sure where this came from; I was just thinking that I need to go see him and get a pass to get out of DSB to go to the Enigma meeting in his room, and then I started thinking about how much he keeps locked up inside himself...You'd have to know him to understand what I'm talking about; It's all in his eyes.
Written September 9th, 2006
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the idea of twisting words
into rows of sea shells
what a clever line! Thanks for entering and good luck! -
I'm glad you've been able to find someone this great to share your poetry with. I liked this poem, it told a great story but without losing the flow or rhythm. I liked it very much. Keep writing!
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