chin rests
against palm,
back slightly
arches away
elbow touches
the armchair,
while you listen intently
as if your life--
depends
on what i teach.
but eloquent as your
silence
amid the hooplah
of the class,
i yearn
despite the complex
sentences and
the subordinating
conjunctions
that connect--
our un-
paral
leled roles.
i cannot grope for that
precise word
expressing the abstract
term "love."
for shame,
we are both victims
of the so-called technical:
formal
specific
objective.
how i long to tell you
this is all
a lie!
disregard rules
like i told you,
how ideas
flow
in
our
minds
like
a
stream.
even my class record
nor this table
could not--
fringe--
as i
imagine
you and me
untangling
the complexities of
verb tenses
and dangling modifiers;
all i have
is my pen...
and
metaphors.
jsut so you know, i love this, cid :)
ReplyDeletethanks tin...hope this would not create such controversy whenever i publish this.school policy and stuff regarding student-teacher relationship...for the record, this is just metaphorical and speculative.thanks again for appreciating my writings.it really means a lot...
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