Just wanted to send a quick thank you to Arisa Mameda for being my 200th follower! I never thought even 199 people would be interested in this blog, and I almost gave up on it at one time. Although, the process is going slower than I thought it would, it IS growing…and I couldn’t be more proud. Thank you everyone for reading!
And for a treat, here’s a poem I wrote back in my college days. I was at my prime creativeness back in those days.
It’s actually quite appropriate considering I was reminiscing about my college days at work today and about my British lit teacher who I had such a big crush on back then.
Now you can see how much (more of) a dork I was back then…but ah, he was my muse. 😉
I thought about asking him to lunch today,
apologize for my lack of enthusiasm
Tell him that I love him and whip out my book
and beg him to read Paradise lost to me.
I thought about how that might look though
Sitting there across from me
Dreaming about running my fingers through your hair,
me leaning forward as far as I could–
I might wonder what he’d look like if he wore contacts
what he’d look like in a setting
not lit by fluorescents
If he might have a woman somewhere— anywhere
Someone he’s made promises to
Wonder if he’s gay.
Does he have an older brother?
A house full of sisters waiting to welcome him?
Their arms open wide, a pair of pudgy arms—
I might want to know what brought on his devotion
of ancient poets—why Chaucer excites him?
Why he gets lost in Paradise Lost?
Why Beowulf does not intimidate?
During class his radio voice washes over me
and lulls me into that dream-like place
that I just left twenty minutes before.