The Slate is Clean
the slate is clean no words written there a school day begins
i remember myself a quiet student until the adolescent years
it was then i began to talk i couldn't stop myself one semester i was given
64 detentions
each detention was 15 minutes there was no logic to it my mouth would open
and i would begin to talk i was caught in a web of my own making
eventually i out-grew this talking stage and returned to my quiet self
words spoken
words wasted words without meaning packed away
as if banked for later use those words have come forth when needed
written down shared with no one the slate is clean
November 18, 2016
1 comment:
This is very cool - the torrent of words, then words tucked away....and now, words, being written to say "I was here."
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