School Window Poem by Mark Heathcote
School Window
I go missing at school when I'm
-seated-near-any kind of a window
eyes-glaze-over like a frost flower
that grows and melts in the blink of an eye.
I spy, Fireweed swaying in the breeze
that summer clock tells the end of
-summer and the beginning of autumn,
but I envision an eternal spring.
Where everything mislaid is found again
found flowering on-arrival perpetual
I imagine ‘Fireweed spikes' swaying,
that at no time gives up their flame.
When a teacher shouts, boy, turn around
-yes, I imagine ‘frost flowers' everlasting;
I imagine a birdsong uninterrupted
Playgrounds—Arcadian ceaselessly green.
That's where I go missing when I'm
-seated-near-any kind of a school window
oh, I can't wait for that school bell.
Lord, knows I've been here too many years.
That's where I go missing, when I'm Seated near any kind of school window Oh, I can't wait for that school-bell. Lord, knows I've been here too many years. - - - - - An exquisitely beautiful poem! You are that school boy who is never bound by the boundary walls of the school and go missing in beauty of nature.You wait for the sound of school bell to get freedom to mingle in beauty.Congratulations for being POTD.
Who can ever forget the school days when time passed with friends and teachers? The time remains in the memory forever. A nice poem to read and it brings back the happy times of the days gone into memory. Thanks very much.
It's a lovely poem and congratulations on being poet of the day!
This is great to see your recently penned poem is chosen by the editors as the MODERN POEM OF THE DAY. This is a memorable day for you and us. This poem is excellently penned. Many school memories are associated with us and you have presented such memory in this poem. Through school window we memories back these days. This poem is an outstanding poem.
Summer-clock! Spikes swaying! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A great and good childhood memories remembered poem. Deserving to be chosen for Poem of the Day. Salutations to your good self and enchanting poem. Well done.
Missing something Time crossing everything Childhood, childlike activities All, all now in the river floating boat of memory School going child now on the valley edge of age Standing memorieses the past........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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When a teacher shouts, boy, turn around! Yes, I imagine frost flowers everlasting; ..School days have green memories within mind. You have remembered back all the memories and expressed your beautiful thoughts. This poem is interestingly penned.
Again and again, thank you, Kumarmani for your comments and more besides.