thoughts explode

one of the poems I wrote during that F. Scott Fitzgerald video in Mrs. Baker's class last year

And though my voice now goes unheard,

We are in conversation.

But it is my turn for monologue.

One day the children of our children,

 

will read this a-pining in classrooms,

and on branches and in forgotten woods.

It is following thought up until it explodes

and stains our graph with rainbow parabolas and pretty things.

Reviews

[Sara]

I like the reference to algebra and math in the last line, and how it is viewed as something beautiful. I think what I like best about all of you poems is that I dont quite understand any of them, but they sound so wonderful and anyone can create a picture in their minds to compliment the words, whether or not it was the intended picture.

[Legion]

An interesting point (or by-product). We should watch what we do or say for the sake of future generations. Great poem.