10 April 2008

Friday, Fourth Block

Friday, Fourth Block

Speaking in a voice,
No one wants to hear

Spreading a message,
No one wants to receive

An analog signal
Sent to a digital receiver

Just a place to be,
Until the buses arrive.

©2008-Art Belliveau

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Oh. I feel this poem in my bones. For me, it's 6th period. Beautifully put: it is "just a place to be."

These are really fantastic, Art.

Art Belliveau said...

Thanks, Whit. I am finding it makes me more mindful when writing a poem a day. Or at least averaging one a day. =0)