Bud the Teacher

NPM 2010: Prompt 20

April 20th, 2010 · 3 Comments

Stencil in Bairro Alto, Lisboa
Creative Commons License photo credit: Graffiti Land

Tags: Poetry · Writing

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  • Kevin Hodgson // Apr 20th 2010 at 3:40 am

    The ghost shuffles
    with childhood chained to her wrist,
    a silhouette of these perilous times.
    Sometimes, when I see her there,
    I call out,
    and pray she may lift her head to see
    beyond the sorrows and perhaps, smile.

    To say my voice is not strong enough
    is not to say that I have failed,
    only that I must try harder to pry that spirit
    away from the wall,
    where she stands in the shadows amidst political slogans,
    etched in place like stubborn grafitti.

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  • Kelly // Apr 20th 2010 at 9:53 pm

    this picture makes me very sad (this is not my poem yet)…makes me think of many children I have in my class this year that are struggling on so many levels due to what is going on in their homes. Some of them can drive me NUTS during the day, but then I come home and feel a pain in my heart for these children.

    It is not a mere toy that I hold.
    It is all I am allowed of childhood.
    The chain forces me to stay
    away from what I can only glimpse.
    It is offers me no comfort
    as a cushioned friend might.
    It too feels the weight of neglect
    and the sorrow of a lonesome heart.
    Waiting only for a smile and a key
    to set us free.

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    Kevin Hodgson Reply:

    I felt as you did when writing my own poem. The image brought to mind some of my students, but also, kids of the world.
    Kevin

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