among schoolchildren

children, education, life, poetry, school existential angst, teaching

“nor beauty born out of its own despair
nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil”
                        -W.B. Yeats
I am here
in this room
a presence
to you
a shadow
a whisper 
what I have
to say
futile
your angry
bluster
bludgeons all
(December 2012)

Published by subtextures

I am a poet and a teacher living in central Texas. I attended The University of Texas at Austin, and Middlebury College's Breadloaf School of English.

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