Hi everyone. As many of you may know, I’m a teacher, as well as a writer.
Greetings! Another Project 27 poem for you here. Not sure what I’m at by now 😉 Probably more than 27. Today’s poem is named Goalposts.
Here I stand
I can go no further.
Well, literally not, there’s a swamp of mud
between me and the net.
Sweat pouring down my neck
waiting for the ball to roll closer
through the mob of children kicking, shoving,
falling onto the damp grass.
I squint, eyes narrow.
Arms spread, knees shaking, praying
Please don’t shoot
the sweet, terrifying thwack
of a hard kick.
I take the photo.
Out slides the instant film.
A curiosity, attention grabbing, new-fangled thing
“Take my picture!”
Contrasting reds and blues, hues of green
Deep looks into eyes
that you never
What do these snapshots reveal?
What do these brief windows show?
Drawing close to the end
but holding on perhaps
for one more summer day.
While I await the final edited version of Laurel Emperor, here’s another poem to tide you over. Let me know what you think about it!
Greetings! Another Project 27 poem for you here. Been thinking a lot about how many of my students are faced with so many choices at a young age and don’t realize how easily others can influence them. It’s a bit terrifying how social media and the like can worm their way into a child’s mind, regardless of the efforts of well meaning parents. Anywho, onto the poem, make of it what you will, as usual!
Salve! Happy snow day to all of you on the American Eastern Seaboard discovering that spring does not yet equal warm weather, as Mother Nature decides “I haven’t really thrown a good snowball this season.”
Regardless, I found some time to do a ton of spring cleaning (Oh hi, dining room table, haven’t seen you in ages!), and this poem struck me mid clean. Another one to add to Project 27, so hope you enjoy.