In the barrage of a scalding spring sun,
Grass died beyond darkened windows.
Perspiration beading their heads,
Drowsiness from warmth clouding their eyes,
The students, heavily clad, stared upwards.
Ms. Spencer sulked beside the projector,
Flames emanating from her tongue,
Parched with speech and lulled like stone.
The phone rang aloud "A Tout le Monde"*,
Its melody thundering, reviled, into deafened ears.
The leg of the trotting student tensed,
His tendons freezing with the music at his side.
The silence eviscerated by the barking of the class executrix,
Bellowing her steam upon the perpetrator.
Into his ears reverberated the screeching,
Reddening his features with the burning of coals.
His mind wandered toward the escape of wind beyond;
Though in the barrage of a scalding spring sun,
Grass died beyond darkened windows.
Author notes
This was a free-verse poem that I wrote during the UAB Ada-Long Creative Writing class over a year and a half ago that, I believe, I never had published there. Anyone who ever was in Ms. Spencers Pre-Calculus class can probably relate to the event of this particular day.
Personally, I think this poem is fairly unremarkable. However, it does serve some significance for me in that it was the first free-verse poem that I wrote and that was critiqued by fellow poets (something that truly helped with my over-all confidence level).
*"A Tout le Monde" refers to both the song by Megadeth (written by Dave Mustaine) and the literal French translation of the phrase that means "to all the World". It would normally be in italics.
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i like it. i agree with your authors notes it's not profound or anything like that but it tells a story that many students can relate to- and it probably would be much funnier if i had known ms. spencer.
by the way- thanks for not commenting on my poem [which is paid 47 points for] even though i could comment on yours, out of sheer decency and respect of clicking on it. yeah i appreciate that immensely. -
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On the matter of me NOT commenting on your poem -
I'm SORRY that I did not comment on your poem with my dial-up internet at 2 o'clock in the morning when one of the four holes in my mouth where my wisdom teeth used to be starting bleeding. I'm sorry that I went into to the bathroom, instead, to perform self-surgery on my own gums. I'm sorry that I then came back to talk to my friend who suddenly was having an emotional crisis, intead of commenting on your poem. Oh, and I'm sorry that you spent the 47 points to publish the poem, because, I'm sure, that you would rather spend those 47 points on... *insert extremely important object here that could possibly be purchased with "points"*.
IF I even looked at your poem, it was NOT for the purpose of points, but the purpose of reading good poetry, to compliment your work and/or to offer advice on how to make it better. I LOOKED at your poem, which I frankly don't even remember from 2am, because it looked interesting. You want points? I've got over 400 I have absolutely nothing to do with. Don't care either. I figure: "Hey, I might start a contest one day..." but I really don't care.
So I'm sorry I didn't go back to comment on your poem after all that. I really don't even know how long my browser was open to that page, and I really don't know how far I was from posting the comment that I had begun, but sorry I never got around to pushing the bloody button that apparently means so much to you.
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no problem. Thanks for explaning.
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I agree with the girl.
Just knowing Ms. Spencer makes this poem comical. I could see her doing that, although she rather liked the class that I attended. You could actually write a darker poem with the same title as this one and even use the same first and last lines. Something to think about. An enjoyable read, though.
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Yes, actually the writing excercise this day at UAB was for that very point - to create a beginning and ending that were connected but could stand alone. An excellent device for when you are having difficulty coming up with the meat in the middle.
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..funny.
haha.. so .. it was supposed to be cool weather.. and it turned out to be hot.. and Ms. Spencer was in a bad mood. And a kid's phone went off in the middle of class and Ms. Spencer blew up on them?
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It was Spring, but - it was in Ala-friekin'-bama! And the weather had been gone through this really cold phase and, the next week, everything turned scalding hot. I think it was like upper eighties or nineties, in Farenheit temperature. To top all of this: the air-conditioner in this particular class had quit working and our class was one that had a large window without shutters facing the rising sun. So, yeah, it was pretty miserible and, Ms. Spencer was rather understandably irritated.
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