A Biology Major Walks into a Poetry Class...


Walk in have not a clue about meter,
Isn't sistena a spanish sweet sixteen?
Meanwhile, a colleague reads her piece,
not sure if its about sex or coffee.
Students lend suggestions on what to fix
What she keeps, what lines unnecessary,
no shakespere, but at least I'm funny.
Hopefully get a crack out of me
cuz Emily Dickinsons reincarnated
she's sitting a few seats left of me.
Couple seats up sits Whitman's legacy.
Syllable counter online works for me.
Hope reading my poem won’t make people flee.
Write about drugs, starts a controversy.
They are an accelerated Grammarly.
Wrote a sistena with an envoi too,
Maya Angelou, row three liked it too.
Turns out its not a spanish sweet sixteen,
I progressed in adjusting to rhyme scheme.
My works not edel white, its got some gray.
By watching, polishing it up my way.
The preemie of my class but its okay,
Biology major could still learn your ways.
Read some haikus,  and read six haikus too.
Always dumb founded by how they’re so good.
Even the moon remembers how they are,
intricate formulation of such words,
Im telling you, theyr'e poetry majesty.
Keep them a[muse]d, show me trick or two.
Really learnt something from all of you,
to play the game of life by show not tell.
Their stanzas that can burn through metal sheet,
the Rutherford's of a poetry piece
have taught me I cant make my poetry weak.
I guess this marks the final feast of us
clock goes tick-tock ,but thank you all of you
teaching  beyond these walls, how to construe
beyond a dull metaphor, or tears too.
Started this class with lame "I am not a 50".
Still working on your level of nifty.
Thank you for all the insight on poetry
always accepting, suggesting to me,
even though I'm not yet Thomas Hardy.


Comments

  1. Judy LesermanMay 8, 2018 at 10:13 AM

    This is so thoughtful; I love the allusions to all of our blogs and poetry (I was really excited to see the shoutout)! It's an interesting conversational stream of consciousness. The meter counter is wonderful-- the meter keeps the poem moving. I would suggest including some conventional punctuation when a thought or sentence ends, even if it's at the end of the line. Doing so would lend the poem an easier and more lyrical read.

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