Wednesday, November 12, 2008

3WW: Blush, Quiver, Tenderness

Blush Quiver Tenderness
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3:43 pm

Twilight
paints blush
on the cheek
of the sky.

I’m home
alone
writing a poem
letting

the tenderness
of the hour
buoy my
deflating spirits

after a day
of shooting
arrows of literature
into the minds

of stubborn students.
Now, I slide
those arrows
back into the quiver

of my heart
where they’ll
sharpen
for another day.

11 comments:

ThomG said...

Even after a day of slinging arrows at stubborn students, you've left yourself enough creativity of hit a bulls-eye.

tumblewords said...

write on target! :) Nice work!

sawan said...

u teach literature? u must have a bunch of happy students!

Quin Browne said...

having listened to my daughter complain how difficult it is to student teach asl and tell students to behave when you can't speak... this spoke volumes.

Richard said...

nice, arrows sharpen in the quiver of your heart, very nice. where do you suppose cupid quivers his arrows?

lissa said...

I love this, you know how to use your words to convey even the simplest emotion, I like the first part

Lucy said...

OH how I wish I could write like you Linda.
simply beautiful.

gautami tripathy said...

This spoke out me. But you know why!

warming up to you and lot more...

Winnie the poohi said...

ah a beauty!!

Dar said...

Linda...just beautiful.

~willow~ said...

so well done! the "shooting arrows of literature into the minds of stubborn students" is perfect! then returning them for sharpening overnight - made me smile.

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