Fear and anticipation consume them
What is a teacher?
Why are they here?
They hang on the words of the one who decided their fate
hoping for relief
calm
assurance
they are met with empty, hollow sounds
Questions? They have many
but there are no answers to the riddles in their minds
What is a teacher?
Why are they here?
The day begins
I wrote this poem a couple of weeks back during the First- years' first day. I guess it's about what I pictured going through their heads when they started the first day of the rest of their lives. The "empty, hollow sounds" part was in reference to Ben's long-winded, repetitive speeches. lol.
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I originally wrote a sick comment before this. But Kelly pulled the plug on the computer I was using and the old comment is now lost forever. Thank you Kelly. So, ahem, I shall begin again.
ReplyDeleteKelly,
I found your use of the rhetorical question to be quite ingenious. The questions draw the reader into the mind of a frightened, apprehensive and uncertain first year. "they hang on the words of the one who decided their fate hoping for relief" speaks to this quite nicely, along with other words such as "riddles," "no," "empty," "hollow," and "fate." In fact, this poem kind of reminds me of a quote made by Optimus Prime of the Autobot race. He said, "fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing." ::Wipes a tear away:: Boy, that Optimus Prime sure can speak. Anyways, your poem captures the essence of all the excitement and fear of starting a new beginning. At the end of your poem you leave us at the edge of a cliff, teetering...about to plunge head first into a new experience/beginning. You are very observant. Thank you for sharing this poem with us.