Pages mount on the desk of memories.
stories, poems, thought and lesson plans
No red marker to correct
Only pen and paper to revise
a constant student of words I am
books of life lay inside these lines
What is it all for?
They lay there graded by me
critiqued by me, on the desk of memories
there is no rubric for the form
no time for rough drafts
these stories, poems, thoughts and lesson plans
are written in bold emotion
with italicised mindsets
and underlined meanings
lay it down to get it all out
As the pages mount on the desk of memories
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