Vaughn Wood

Rookie (November 15 / San Rafael, CA)

The Pro-Fusser - Poem by Vaughn Wood

Professing to be wise
With mouth wide open
Elaborating details
Yet barely alive

The student sits waiting
Eagerly anticipating new awareness
Eyes wide open
Life’s dearest questions enduring

Aware of expectation
He speaks with Europe’s best enunciation
Something erroneously intelligent
Shrouded in attitude and intonation

Hidden beneath, something waits
Continued articulation, pending isolation
“My words have no meaning”
Although momentarily dazzling the hungry heart

The classrooms now empty
And so is the teacher
The lecturer laments
Surety now overshadowed by doubt

“Is what I am teaching
Plastered on deafening walls? ”
“Is this my life’s reason
To know nothing at all? ”

Tomorrow the classroom will light up
With more insight professing
A new generation of pupils
Hopeful of fact not fiction

For now the lesson lingers in slumber and thought
Lacking the anxiety of presentation or sound
Asleep on a pillow
He wrestles with nightmarish disbelief

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 6, 2013

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