Weekdays Schooldays Wake Late: From Bed Late Leap Comments
waking to the tragedy of school boy weekdays
waking slow reluctant to face school days dragging;
stumbling through the week until happy turn time
Friday night spirits soaring from school to home
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Those weekday mornings were also hard to face for THIS freedom loving But maybe the cumulative urge for release became a resource to be tapped later to celebrate freedom creatively. If one's youthful boredom can be re-purposed as a launching pad, one should count oneself blessed.
It was fun to write two versions inspired by your poem Rose, following essentially your plot and putting in a few ZZZZZZs at the end. I always keep a copy of the original inspiration poem for contrast and to honour the original poet.
A perceptive and wonderful poem. I feel honored for having the time to read the poem, The School Boy Who Hates Mondays and specially weaving a poem from the same..
p1 once I enjoyed writing analysis reviews of poems in academic format. I thought a few poets might enjoy the ink spilt, but a few male poets were displeased by my enthusiasm. So now I just write a few poetic comments on poems by poets who do not object.
p2 new poets might not get it and be confused if I write a poetic comment on their poem, so my options are restricted.
I wrote the poem 'Writing Tribute Dedications On A Poets Poem' inspired by a comment on my poem 'Weekdays Schooldays Wake Late: From Bed Late Leap', by the poet Rose Marie Juan-austin and dedicated to Rose Marie Juan-austin.
I wrote the poem 'My Academic Comments On Poems Are Now Extinct', inspired by a comment on my poem 'Weekdays Schooldays Wake Late: From Bed Late Leap', by the poet Rose Marie Juan-austin and dedicated to the Rose Marie Juan-austin.
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I write about a youthful sense of confinement being re-purposed as a launching pad in later life. See my poem 'A POEM AS LANGUAGE ORGANISM.'