My old teacher, she taught me of sunlight.
She taught me
of the energy waves,
crashing through the window.
She browsed
over distorted polygraphs
bleached in daylight;
oh, crashing black mark.
She wandered
through the courtyards at break,
eyes off and into the distance,
and always she,
the bleak reminder,
of memories turned to black.
She read in down-turned whisper,
lips twitching
the words, all for herself;
making sense of life
through ornamental verse.
A rapture of cerulean eyes,
she took my teenage heart
to town, just to pay the fare.
She taught me
of impossible love,
of all beyond the walls.
She taught me
of the paradise-life,
where memory unfurls.
She taught me
of matriarchal health,
in the strength of her stare,
explaining in her youth
eternal, that is etched
into my mind;
that not all that is loved, is fair,
and not all that is valued, is mined.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
My old teacher, she taught me of sunlight.
She taught me
of the energy waves,
crashing through the window.
She browsed
over distorted polygraphs
bleached in daylight;
oh, crashing black mark.
She wandered
through the courtyards at break,
eyes off and into the distance,
and always she,
the bleak reminder,
of memories turned to black.
She read in down-turned whisper,
lips twitching
the words, all for herself;
making sense of life
through ornamental verse.
A rapture of cerulean eyes,
she took my teenage heart
to town, just to pay the fare.
She taught me
of impossible love,
of all beyond the walls.
She taught me
of the paradise-life,
where memory unfurls.
She taught me
of matriarchal health,
in the strength of her stare,
explaining in her youth
eternal, that is etched
into my mind;
that not all that is loved, is fair,
and not all that is valued, is mined.
©
A mix of many teachers over the course of my life. Both academical and aspirational.
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