Blind and Lifeless
Tediously, we tap our thumbs on tired tables
Bearing our weight consistently… dreadfully
Lectures echo off the walls verbatim from a projector
Effortless and relentlessly boring
No burst of thrilling statistics
No explosions of interesting stories
There’s no connection of life to learning
Every vague word weighs upon our backs
on our shoulders
on our brains
Our heads drooping lower with every sentence
Lecture after lecture
Minute after aching minute
Nothing stays in my head
But all of it goes!
Why doesn’t anything stick?!
Every gruesome graph slithers out
Every monotonous moment tires me
While
Every terrifying table of facts on the screen screams
“Are you learning anything yet?!”
Where is the color in this room?
Where are the projects and essays and group discussions?
Where is the splash of life in this everlasting sea of words and words and words?
Why must there be tedious tired tapping of thumbs and desk legs aching for release?
Our hands are tied and the knife to slice the rope lies in the unforgiving hands of our teacher
who insists upon keeping class dry and utterly tasteless.
Sans learning.
Sans knowledge.
We are hungry for the thrill of wisdom.
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reedlee
this is not what i posted at all.
reedlee
Ya I was reallly confused :) Would you please do that because I have no idea how to contact them. I would be happy to but I just started on this yesterday and really do not understand the site that well yet.
marysitz
This is Mary from PP's staff - the problem should be taken care of! Please email me if you have any other questions: mary@powerpoetry.org
reedlee
It is very good by the way... The poem that you posted, But a I don't wanna take credit for your work in anyway, and I kinda want people to see my own /: