(a poem today just to prove i’m still alive over here in teacher training land – all of the grammar and punctuation mistakes stem from my rebellious side (yes, i do have one, i swear) – I know they’re wrong and i’m ok with it.)
Deep seeded madness
Instantly – instinctively ignored.
A blending- blurring of daily life and fantastical dreams – no end. no beginning.
Increasingly introspective – hoping for the invisibility that life might offer if one were to blend into the cement walls
Or the broken crags in the brick walkway which stretches its long fingers hastily between the dying grass of the drought stricken park and
The hard asphalt
Melting in the sun
Stretching as if to wrap itself into the very fiber of any natural resource still struggling to prove life.