Day 9 Lonely Hearts poem is up! I'm slowly catching up. I might even make it before midnight! But I'll take it one at a time. Let me know what you think. I think after this one, for the remainder of Feb. I'll do an African-American History Month challenge. Perhaps I'll even have a prize for that one. A little one. I think of something.
by Ieisha McIntyre
the victories, and the failures.
All between dawn and dusk.
All the hours governed by bells.
All the days, measured down to the minute.
No matter how many
minutes are counted
and unpredictable looms.
The dusty chalk, the pencil shavings,
and red pens.
The tools of learning made ready,
a bell, it begins again.
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