Something hides in the corner of your smile.
I don’t know what and my mind is beguiled.
So I follow along a yellow brick road
Sleuthing the answer that nobody knows.
Is it delight? My brain grapples to learn.
Is it a kiss? My heart swells with a yearn.
Are you laughing at me? I cower within.
What is it? What is it — that draws me in?
I wander to the corner of your smile After trapped by your emerald eyes a while And feel the next bout of smile-sick syndrome ‘Till you grin and I sigh, “there is…
Onto the platform
Overlooking the green pleather rows
Leaving behind their familiar home life
Up in their minds about
Seeing friends and conversations that might happen
Offering silent prayers
Overcome that moment with pangs of
Loving anxiety, hoping for success
But also for challenge to
Strengthen social skills, and wear them out a little
This is an acrostic poem, to capture the whimsy of a school-related topic. I wanted to tell the same story from two different perspectives, the way Monet painted the same scene in different atmospheres.
I paint with words. My daytime canvas is K-12 digital curriculum. At night, poems. I try to share the beauty of authentic moments.