Kopelke
Poetry
She Spins
 
She Spins!
She Spins!
She Spins,!
 
I declare that this woman is a spinning top!
She blows into a room without hesitation,
Leaving her students in anticipation.
Then
Challenge the very foundation of their imagination.
 
She Spins!
She Teach!
She Reach!
 
I declare at times that woman even Preach!
 
She treats us to a moment in time,
Dictated by Rhyme,
And make me feel like it’s Mine.
 
Inhale Poetry!
Live Poetry!
Digest Poetry!
Spit Poetry!
Eat Poetry!
 
Eat Poetry?
 
Like a mother to her child,
Don’t get up from that table until you finish,
your Poets!
 
Taste the natural wonders of Walt Whitman,
Drink of Gertrude Stein like an Ancient Wine,
Sip until you are hooked on Gwendolyn Brooks,
Eat all of your hash, I know it looks like a dash (Emily Dickinson)!
 
Don’t Blink!
Just Think!
 
Her Alliteration,
Invites smooth Interpretation,
Sprinkled with a taste of Intimidation,
Yet, in Moderation.
 
It Hits!
It Spits!
It Flips!
 
You down, but not to the ground,
And it’s she who keeps Control, the Flow,
And maintain our Pace,
With Media, Rhythm and Rhyme.
 
She Spins!
She Spins!
She Spins!
 
Spiting Knowledge at our Feet,
And dare you to Creep by without,
Hearing, Tasting, Feeling, Smelling and Seeing, the Diversity,
In
William Carlos Williams, Langston Hughes, and Wallace Stevens.
 
And She Spins!
Us
Our Minds!
Our Pins!
Our
Starts!
Our
Ends!
 
And I walk away,
Knowing,
The Breeze,
The World Wind,
That Spins!
 
Kopelke
Poetry,
She Spins!