Poems

,,,,,,,,,,In Poetry
there is no such thing as a blank
,,,,,,,,,,page,
for all I need to do is look up and
,,,,,,,,,,around,
and there’s poetry all about
,,,,,,,,,,just waiting
to be read.

L. Rose (date unknown – posted 1/30/17)

The Flash of a Smile

Sometimes –
when the road looks long
and dark
when my shoulders and my neck ache
and my head screams, my eyes glaze

The flash of a smile – flies
through the back of my mind
and plays on that movie
screen just behind my eyes

Suddenly
there is a destination
like an oasis –but a mirage
and I roll my shoulders
crick, crack
and the ache fades
my eyes look freshly
on the horizon.

Though the freedom only lasts
for a moment
I always recognize
the smile–
an know it’s yours…

L. Rose  8-9-95

The Reality

I am your student.
I sit before you, staring.
You can’t tell if I am learning,
but I am.
My face may not show it, my eyes,
My grades may not even show it,
But I am learning,
Though maybe not what you prefer.

I am your teacher
I stand in front of you
and feel that I am talking
at you.
I know I reach some, a few,
But I want to reach you all.
I am here to help you
Though it is not what you prefer.

The Dream
I am your teacher.
Each day I show you something
that is new
I test you
I might question your abilities
I always have things to say
Pay attention
Listen and let me teach you

I am your student
I smell of chalk and ink
But there is room and desire
to grow up.
I may seem unreachable
But I am here and real
like you
Teach me, please, and I’ll teach you…