Student for Life

Living Poetry prompt – Back to school

School was where I was alive, probably for all the wrong reasons.

I wonder if the hairpin I wedged between the joints of that old wooden desk still there.

Will he still remember the girl who painted his toes black in Chinese calligraphy class?

Are there remnants of the notes being passed between friends?

Is the dining hall still the battlefield between the bullies and the avengers?

Have the little bridge and the stream underneath kept all the secret promises and heartbreak murmurs?

School taught me life lessons beyond foundational education.

I carry all the history into the world outside the campus and continue being a student for Life.

Fun Time

Around the table

Little faces learning the rules of playing Uno

Little do they know

This is the training ground of our life in victory and defeat

Wordsmith Apprentices

A collaboration with Benjamin Grossman

This daily script interferes
with any royal mood
leaving abstract smiles
upon the observer’s space

Each piece reaches the other
with startling ponder
shaking up their normality
signaling the writer’s psyche
demanding a daily dose of encouragement

The bond sparked small
a distant curiosity sated by the choreography of words
a budding denial received confirmation in plain sight
an uncultivated heart given wings to ascend
an untamed mind flew over the boundary beyond the intellectual elasticity