Wednesday, September 9, 2009

untitled (for now)

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.

2 comments:

  1. jsut so you know, i love this, cid :)

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  2. thanks 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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