February 21, 2008

• A simple conglomeration

  of four tables

  and more than four minds-

  the students hover over white paper.

  A voice reads.

   

  They listen.

  They laugh.

  They are quiet.

   

  Their eyes talk to the paper,

  hoping it will tell them what to say.

   

  It gets casted away-

  “it’s good.”

  “I like it the way it is.”

   

  Attention flickers to me.

  She’ll say something; she’s the teacher.

  I break the silence.

  The lonestar critique.

  I’m the meanie.

   

  A class I look to with hope.

  They want to write a lot,

  but they don’t want to write. About ___.

   

  If my own white paper

  needs some flare, some energy, some tension-

  I revise alone.

   

  With help and text

  from a new source, we can question and answer.

  I’ve got my blog and my thoughts and

  Nine weeks to change an attitude

  that I didn’t plant.

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