[POEM] the dream


The dream

It was the packet of poetry that reminded me
I was in the wrong decade,
that I was teaching the class,
not the teacher who had retired long ago.
His haughty and confident saunter always made me smile,
part desire, part admiration.
It’s a confidence I’ve never quite felt, though sometimes
when the clapping is loud enough,
and the drum beats are hit hard enough
and the melody is strong enough,
I can feel it.
I hold it, until the song ends and I open my eyes
and I’m left sitting, staring
at the affirmations I’ve posted at my desk to remind me.

State College, PA
April 23, 2014


About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • trail runner • cheese slinger • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️
This entry was posted in my poems, poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Share your beautiful soul with me.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s