[Tricia at the Miss Rumphius Effect put forth this week's Monday Poetry Stretch to write about the end of school or summer vacation. This took me back.]
Last Day
There is no learning today, just lessons on
containment
as teachers try to
contain
their classes, as students try to
contain
themselves. As the whole school vibrates with
barely-contained
excitement I wonder how long the water will stay
bottled-up
inside the full-to-bursting balloons.
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the form of your poem, the long
lines echo escape, the shorter
lines the unsuccessful drawing
back -
Hi, Jade - yes, the shorter lines are about "holding it in".
Love this! I only taught a couple of years, but I remember the bittersweet bursting of the last day of school. Terrific repetition helps build it up, too! Thanks for sharing.
Hi, Laura. Thanks.
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