the way the sun slants through the windows,
gracefully soaring and warming
the air as it passes.
unburdened by classes for a little while,
the feeling on the sun smiling down
on me is incomparable. but oh, when
school starts up again, that same sun
will be unbearable. teasing me with freedom
just beyond the
walls; illuminating just the clock,
so i can see how
slow
time
crawls.
and yet no matter
how i'm tortured, when i step outside
all my sighs melt into laughter,
and all my cares hang out to dry.
I can't be the only one that feels like those perfect spring/summer days love to come out while you're in the middle of class, and hang out outside the window so that you have to try really hard to concentrate.
I can't.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
1 comment:
ah yes, i always feel that way. i look forward to classes BUT i'm looking forward to summer so much more.
"slow
time
crawls"
love it.
Post a Comment