This week's poem I wrote about a very difficult class I took and how I was feeling overwhelmed and stressed. The "him" that I refer to is the teacher. He was very intense and involved with the students, and would often ask me how I was feeling. Here is the poem:
Rubbing temples
physics slip
blurry eye sight
drip, drip, drip
don't know answers
hands constrain
watching clockwork
veins of shame
don't look at him
forced to choose
disappointment
eyes are bruised
sitting shallow
don't look up
perturbation
I know. I suck.
I shared this with a few people in a poetry elective I took. It isn't very deep, I realize, but oh well. My goal for next weeks blog is to create a new poem and not use one of my old ones. Wish me luck!
This poem works in a certain way - the short lines add to the sense of a clock ticking, of nervousness and anxiety. I don't think the ending makes sense for the poem - it turns it into a bit of a whine instead of keeping the poetic patterning and stress alive. I would keep it going, and try to work in more actual physics lessons. Not complex, but in a way that suggests that in spite of all of your anxiousness, you learned some physics.
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