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
10 April 2008
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2 comments:
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.
Thanks, Whit. I am finding it makes me more mindful when writing a poem a day. Or at least averaging one a day. =0)
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