Lauryl and Lizzy are preservice teachers. lives in Edmond, Oklahoma and is currently a junior studying Secondary Education: English at Oklahoma State University. She plans to become an English teacher at the high school level upon graduation. When she is not in class (or on Zoom), Lauryl can be found watching coming-of-age films, listening to music, reading YA novels, and drinking coffee hot or cold. Lizzy was born and raised in Tulsa, Oklahoma and is currently a junior at Oklahoma State University studying Secondary Education with a concentration in English. In her free time from school, she works as an administrative assistant at a local childcare center, drinks an unhealthy amount of coffee and tea, and when at home spends lots of time with her dogs, Bear and Sassy. After graduation, she hopes to teach middle school English somewhere in her home state.
Inspiration
Thinking about a person’s inner monologue. What you are speaking versus what you feel or say in your mind. To try something unique we decided to write from the point of view of a young girl in middle school talking to her crush for the first time.
Process
For the process, the first line will be what is spoken while the second one will be what the thought that is in your head. To differentiate between the two the first line will be in regular font, but the second one will be in italics or bold to show the inner thoughts instead of the ones actually coming out.
Lauryl’s Poem
How was class?
Of course he is going to just say it was fine. Great conversation starter.
Yeah I feel the same way! This week has been so long.
Actually this has been a short week, but we need to relate somehow.
So, do you have any plans for this weekend?
Ask him if he can go to the movies, you idiot.
I am actually really busy this weekend too, how odd!
Seriously? You’re just going to be watching reruns of New Girl again.
Well, I hope your weekend is fun. See you on Monday.
And… another opportunity missed just like that! Nice!
Remind Mom to pick up another carton of Blue Bell on her way home.
Lizzy’s Poem
Oh my gosh, he’s looking over here. Does my breath smell? Is my eyeliner smudged?
Hey
What kind of hey was that? Flirty? Normal? ‘Get away from me you creepy stalker girl’?
Oh, my test grade in algebra? I got a 92.
Will he think I’m smart? Nerdy? Is he using me for homework?
Oh cool. Yeah I don’t understand half of the things she says either.
What is he getting at? Keep smiling
Study? Like in a group? After school?
Breathe
Oh, no. Alone. Just you and me. I mean I guess we could, I’m free tuesday.
Hi yes I know this is exciting but please just act cool and ignore the sweat on your palms.
Okay, yeah. Here’s my number. I’ll see you tomorrow!
I am totally going to call my best friend after this!
Write
Your Turn
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Lauryl and Lizzy, I really enjoyed your inspiration! I always put my thoughts and feelings into my poems, but this gave me another opportunity to do so in a conversation setting. I really enjoyed this strategy of writing!
Oh my goodness I haven’t seen you since you were little!
Smile, be cute, act as you remember them
You were in kindergarten the last time I saw you!
How do you even remember that, lady? Oh yes,
be nice, these are my parents “friends”
You have grown up into a beautiful young lady!
You don’t know me, miss… you know me from Facebook
How is softball? Do you have a boyfriend? Are you in middle school?
I thought you knew me from Facebook…
It was so good to see you!
See you in another 10 years, miss.
This made me laugh! I love the line “I thought you knew me from FB” – those forced conversations are a great source for those moments.
“So here’s the thing, I think we would perfect together..”
What the hell is he talking about?
“Hahaha what aré you talking about?”
“I think we would make a cute couple”
Is he serious?
“Are you kidding right now?”
This must be a joke
“No I’m serious, like we would be good together you know?”
No we wouldn’t
“What do you mean?
“You know you’re just good for me, I love you”
Oh my God, why?
“You don’t even know me! You don’t know what I want from this life, you don’t know what I want in the future, how can you say you want to be with me?”
I can’t believe this is the love I’m offered in this life, this can’t be it.
“Okay, well if I don’t know. Let me get to know you”
No, too much has happened
“Fine”
I’m going to regret this.
Naydeen, Your work is so believable. I can clearly hear the speaker’s tone with “Fine” “No, too much has happened” and “I’m going to regret this.” I truly admire the way you reflect the speaker’s uncertainty and bewilderment. Even though she agrees, and says she is going to regret it, the reader can’t help wondering where the relationship will go.
My Teacher Crush
By Donna Russ, 4/8/2020
Yes, Mr. Jones, I am prepared to present my paper.
How can I stand up here while he’s looking at me and judging me?
No, I didn’t use the topic you recommended. It was a little dark for my taste.
You suggested Romeo and Juliette two doomed lovers! Were you trying to tell me something?
I chose Helen of Troy, The Face That Launched a Thousand Ships!
Yes, she a was beautiful woman over whom men fought and died. Can you ever see me that way?
Yes, I can begin right now.
What was I thinking he’s going to know I’m trying to flirt with him!
Thank you, for finding it so insightful.
He gets me! Yes!
No, I don’t mind if you share it with your wife!
Damn! I meant dang! How did I not know he was married?
See you tomorrow!
Okay, that was a wash. Maybe, Mr. Smith is single! He’s cuter, anyway!
Donna I loved this and the thoughts that seemed flustered and quick when talking to your teacher crush! The way you incorporated punctuation to provide an understanding of your thoughts really added to the poem.
Pre-menopause weight is not a problem
I wish I was 21 again to avoid this problem
Getting older is a blessing, not everyone can say that
I wish time would slow down. When did I reach forty something
So, this natural hair thing is really working
Please, I struggle to comb my hair. I am tired of the struggle
Yes, the new look brings out my personality
Nah, I look far better with my hair straightened
So back to the weight thing, I am getting used to it
Not so, I prefer 30 pounds less, my best weight
I better work harder to get there
This weight packed on over night no amount of exercise can undo this
“I don’t think it’s safe asking students to go out and take pictures
now”
her words clash with my ideas
I try to rephrase consider her point of view
my eyes implore
it’s 10:08 and I’ve been thinking about this since four o’clock
I’ll write her tomorrow
let her know I don’t want her to feel dismissed
is it even worth my words to try to explain?
or just let her know I heard her
Jamie,
It’s hard to try to feel heard sometimes, you don’t want to come off rude. I loved how you had so many thought about one phrase.
Laurel and Lizzy,
Thank you for this wonderful prompt and for sharing your poems! You are well on your way to being the teacher-writers students deserve. I will definitely use this prompt with my students–and credit you!
Hi baby whatcha doin?
Why is he so handsome?
Do you want to go on a run?
It’s so hot outside…say no.
Okay, maybe tomorrow then!
Yes…how did he know?
Oh, I guess we can snuggle.
I love when he holds my hand.
You have such beautiful eyes.
Pretty like drops of syrup
Did you hear that ? Is he home?
Of course you have to run now
Boys, don’t let Jack out!
Such a sweet puppy.
Oh, I laughed as I read your final lines! What a clever turn.
Before that, I loved this description:
“Pretty like drops of syrup”
Wonderful playfulness here!
Thank you! He’s an English Mastiff and a teddy bear of a dog!
Ashley, you had me going for a minute. Then the sweet little puppy stole the show.
Clever!
Thank you for this sweet treat of a poem.
That makes me so happy! I’m glad the twists were enjoyable 🙂
Slightly fictionalized conversation with a student who missed class for a basketball game (again)
“Did I miss anything?”
Please say no.
“Stop by after school and we can go over it.”
You missed the learning, kid, the learning.
“I have basketball after school.”
Just tell me I didn’t miss anything, or hand me a worksheet.
“How about morning? I’m here at 7:15”
I actually roll in @ 7:45. Wish used worksheets.
“Um, the team shoots baskets before school.”
You’re such a bitch.
“How ‘bout I email your coach and let him know–”
I’m such a bitch. He thinks he’s headed for the NBA!
Does this even matter?
“What if I come in during my study hall?
Like english matters? I’m going pro.
“When is your study hall?”
God, I hope it’s not during my free period.
“Third period.”
God, I hope she’s not free then.”
“I’m sorry. I have a class that hour.”
Thank god.
“Oh, well…”
Thank god.
i really enjoyed both sides of the conversation!
Allison,
Part of me wants to laugh, part cry, part wince. This conversation is so real, and for rightly thinking the kid, who is likely 5’9”, could never be a pro teachers get vilified for killing the kid’s dream. ? Love that “thank god” escape from having to accommodate a kid with/ misplace priorities. Thank you.
—glenda
Allison,
The truth! We want to help and there are those who don’t want it, but then we also have so many other things going on. I love the end. Validation for all! Power to the bitches! ?
This if fantastic!! Wouldn’t it be wild if a little speech bubble with what we wanted to say or meant to say floated above our heads as we said what we say?
“Yeah, I have the notes from last week.”
I can’t believe he asked me for the notes.
“Sure you can take a picture of them. but you gonna give me in return.”
I’ll die if he says a kiss…although…
“You’re good. I’m happy to help.”
I’m sure we’d be real happy together.
(I’m so tired. This is all I could muster, today.)
You may feel your mind is tired., but your poetry is wide awake! I think you captured the tone of someone battling between longing for affection and being easily manipulated.
Donnetta, I love what Ashley said about your poem being “wide awake”!
You made me think about so many things: relationships, cheating, communication, hope. Thank you.
Donnetta I love the simplicity of your poem, it is perfect! The way your conversation flowed with the thoughts was something I could feel and understand along side you.
Donnetta,
I enjoyed reading your piece. My favorite part was “I’m sure we’d be really happy together” it’s amazing the places your mind will take you.
Always and Forever
She’s standing there so awkwardly,
Johnny Cash T-shirt untucked, bed head hair, pacing back and forth,
my mom-radar is in overdrive. I’m running late …
“What’s wrong?”
Please tell me you are okay? Please tell me you aren’t hurt.
“Are you sure?”
Of course, she’s sure. We always suspected.
“I love you.”
God, don’t show her you are terrified for her.
“Always and forever. No matter what.”
How will I be able to protect her from this world steeped in hate? From her own family who won’t understand?
“You are beautiful inside and out. I’m so proud of you.”
Tammi, Thank you for sharing such a raw and intense poem. The Johnny Cash t-shirt got me. I was in. Your last lines gave me a lot to think about. I appreciated how you did NOT decode the subtext of “You are beautiful inside and out. I’m so proud of you” and left your readers to imagine the thoughts behind the words. Lovely.
Have We Met?
“Wait… I think we’ve met before.”
I’m Monica. Nice to meet you, Dr. Smith.
“I’m sure we’ve met before. I can tell you remember it, too.”
It doesn’t bother me.
“Oh, no! Are my teeth clean? Do I have bad breath?”
No, it hasn’t changed.
“Did we meet on Tinder? Did we go on a date?”
No, it doesn’t hurt or bother me. It’s just there.
“I’m mortified. Really? Did you have to be so attractive?”
I’m from Brazil.
“No way. How do you know Portuguese!?”
Where did you learn Portuguese?
“Brazilian songs?! Right …”
Yes, my mouth is numb now.
“You’ve dated Brazilian women, that’s how you learned it. I’m sure.”
How are you doing? Let me know if you feel any pain.
“I’m just enjoying sitting here looking at you.”
All done? Really? That was fast.
“I don’t want to leave.”
Ok. I’d rather come back.
“What do you mean Dr. Mary? Forget it.”
I’ll just call instead?
‘Please ask me if we have met before?”
Monica,
I really enjoyed reading this. The story was riveting even though there was no detail outside the dialogue given to us like in regular stories. Inner thoughts can say a lot! Thank you for participating.
Is this chapter one? I feel like a seed of a story is poking through the soil and waiting to grow!
Lauryl and Lizzy,
What a thought-provoking challenge! I have never waited this late in the day to post, but I just couldn’t let myself go into the minds and hearts of my adolescent students because I miss them soooo much. I opted instead to be a little more realistic and climb into my own head when our son comes home at night.
Your future students will be very lucky to have you both!
Subtext
What did you do tonight?
Did you drink, vape, have sex?
Who all was there?
A bunch of trampy girls and loser guys?
I’m glad you had fun.
Why can’t you just stay at home and watch movies with us?
Why are you heading to bed already?
I want to breathalyze him.
Leave your phone on the counter so you can get some good sleep.
So I can snoop through it and see what you’re not telling me.
Good Night. I love you
Can you just go back to being 10?
Susan — I certainly hear that worried voice of a parent. Oh man, such a hard job…and at that age when it seems like every second they are going to go sideways on you. But I am guessing that you shared that loving concern from the the day he was born till now, and that will pay off. And when they screw up at this age, that have you to help them navigate that mess….and a caring parent can rest assured that the kid will, indeed, navigate through thick and thin. But I LOVE the reality of that voice…. great dialogue! Thanks and hang in there! Susie
You captured every mother’s thoughts when their kids, especially, their sons come home from partying! They are two old to grill, but, still, your kid. I loved and concur with, “Can you just go back to being 10?’. That’s a mother’s dream!
Oh, my goodness….how did you know all the thoughts in my head? Not for all my kids….but for at least one of them. Great inner dialog going on here.
I can totally relate to this. Been there with both of my college kids. Love the last line, “Can you just go back to being 10?”
The nightmare of every parent of a teenager.
Susan,
Thank you for your piece! I really enjoyed reading it and while I am not a parent, I can totally understand the worry that you are feeling for someone else. All these thoughts tend to run through my parent’s heads as well, and your story brought that to fruition. Thanks for sharing!
This touched me. Thank you for expressing how difficult it is to be a parent in such a real way. I feel like you took thoughts out of our heads and compiled every worth into a poem.
Susan,
Oh, I remember these conversations. This is so real. I did the sniff test on my youngest son more than once. Those were tough days. Sure is easier when they’re ten. Thank you for this walk down memory lane.
—Glenda
This hurts because I know the realities today with young adults still under parents’ care, yet they’ve ventured far away, and all you have is a phone to search. I can’t imagine. Mine grew up right before cell phones became necessities.
This made me want to cry.
I want to breathalyze him.
But then if you were really able to do that, then you couldn’t trust him. Such a fine line we walk as parents.
Love the end because when they’re 10, they are safe.
Thank you Susan.
[This is my inner monologue, my argument with the fridge during lockdown.]
MR. FRIDGE-DEVIL AND I ARE AT ODDS
Come ‘ere, sweetie pie.
Let me alone; you know we don’t get along
Oh, darlin’, you’re lookin’ a little low and ya know I’m all yours.
You were never mine to start with–just the chaff that ol’ fossil, Jackson, left behind.
Oh him, naw, he was too old for me.
Well, there is something about those broad white shoulders, that cubic capacity.
Come on, you know you can’t resist my curvy love handles.
Really, I wanted stainless, a virgin with all the equipment – the bells, whistles, tricked out.
Yeah, baby come on peek inside — got somethin’ for ya.
It’s midnight, maybe I’ll just see what’s in there.
Mmmm, top-shelf sweet and right here behind that nasty tofu, reach, baby, reach.
I will never keep this virus weight down on lockdown.
And it’s cooooool – I’m coooool, come on.
Maybe there’s something healthy left in here.
Hey, don’t just stand there starin’, undressin’ my produce drawers!
Geez, thank heavens, maybe it’s a good thing I’m low on groceries.
I’m worth it … feelin’ pretty lean right now, trimmed down.
An orange, yeah, still one Covid Caracara left; that’ll do.
[Sigh, a long exhalation of noisy motor] I almost had her this time.
Come on, Watty Boy, let’s go to bed.
by Susie Morice©
Susie,
The struggle is real. I know so many covid snacking. So far I’m keeping my weight in check, but I don’t let my fridge and pantry accessorize. The association of the fridge w/ the ex underscores the hostile relationship w/ the fridge: “You were never mine to begin with.” Love the naughtiness in “Hey, don’t just stand there starin’, undressin’ my produce drawers!” When this lockdown is over, kick that old fridge to the curb and buy a sexy stainless steel one. You’ve earned it.
–glenda
Susie, this is such a sassy dialogue between you and your scorned refrigerator. I love the way you’ve personified the fridge through it’s natural parts (“curvy love handles” and “virgin with all the equipment”). I too am trying to lean into my Caracaras (they’re so good!), but as school “resumes” online this week, the cries of my salty snacks are getting louder…
Oh, Susie! So seductive. The first tactic is sympathetic with “you’re looking low” and then a little self-deprocating with the “love handles,” and then tempting with possibility with the “reach , baby, reach” but then there is almost a threat with the “produce drawers.” So many tactics! Good choice with the oranges.
Love it,
Sarah
This is my struggle, too! Love this…”it’s midnight, maybe I’ll just see what’s in there.”…good planning, just an orange! This was a clever approach to the poetic challenge – you vs. refrigerator! There is always lots of subliminal thinking and rationalization for me about food….
So fun and so true! We’ve all been there. “…baby come on peek inside — got somethin’ for ya” — so tempting!
Susie,
Your take on this prompt is absolutely fantastic! I can completely relate to this. “And it’s cooooool – I’m coooool” I can just hear my fridge saying that right now, taunting me. So humorous. Thank you for sharing!
Susie, so much to love. You are a hoot!
Hey, don’t just stand there starin’, undressin’ my produce drawers!
I’ll take that to bed with me. Good night, my friend. ??
Doing Time
What are you doing?
“Of course, not much! What are you supposed to be doing in jail?”
Oh, you’re coloring. Cool.
“I wonder. I think he just wants me to buy him gel pens so he can barter these for other items.”
We’re good.
“No, we’re not fine…..”
We’re going to a concert this Friday.
“Crap, I probably shouldn’t have said that…he has nothing to do.”
Oh, sure I’ll put money on your books tonight.
“Just keep calling. I’m so scared for you.”
We’ll be there on Saturday at 8.
“I know that’s early, but it’s the easiest time to get in.”
Oh, our time’s up.
“Dang, that wasn’t long!”
I love you, too.
“Please know that I do.”
Barb, I love filling in the blanks on the other end of the line (no pub intended!) based on what you’ve written. So many stories and and so much subtext in between these lines. Nice approach to the prompt!
Barb,
I am not sure how to read this, so I am not sure how to respond. I will just tell you my thoughts as I read. At first, the line “Of course, not much….supposed to be doing in jail” made me think I was hearing the sarcastic tone of a teen or child stuck home because of COVID19, and then the next line about “coloring”.” But when I got to the lines “I’ll put money on your books,” well, that triggered for me the time that I was working as a social worker in the jail, and then I started thinking that this is a literal and not figurative jail. And then I read the sarcasm as stress. I read the distances between these two speakers in space and existence, and then in the last line, I see the love. I wonder about the relationship between the two speakers, and hope the visit on Saturday brings comfort. Hope I am reading this right? Sending peace and love.
Sarah
I hear love and pain, in this aloud and inner speaking…I want to know the whole, bigger story. I can imagine that a visitor to a jail would be circumspect, keeping many of their feelings and words in check. I am sad at the abruptness of the conversation, how quickly time flies – there is clearly so much that was not said. “I love you, too.” – this is, ultimately, all that matters. Thank you for this; it is very poignant.
This conversation is so real. So vulnerable.
Barb,
Inner thoughts can say so much about a person. If only other people knew what we were thinking without us having to tell them explicitly. “Please know that I do” I love that last line. It really packs a punch and solidifies that feeling of love even though the narrator wasn’t able to say that out loud. Very good job. Thank you for sharing!
You showed what every loved one must think when visiting someone in prison. What to say, what not to say, are pitfalls that can’t be avoided. I found the slip of the tongue,”We’re going to a concert this Friday”, to be so revealing. Not wanting him to know that life goes on without him is so difficult.
First Impressions
“You can go in now”
Her words wake me up
My fingernails dig
Into my coffee cup
What will he think of me?
How do I look?
Don’t think I’m ready
Just try to hold steady
These hallways are drafty
These floors are so clean
I think that’s her shadow
Behind the blue screen
Her forehead is soaked
With the sweat from her toils
Such breathtaking beauty
That fills me with duty
Now I can see him
Right there in the bed
I’m filled with such pride
And filled with such dread
I’ll never be worthy
I’ll never be right
For this little lad
But please, call me “Dad.”
So great! Your rhymes make the poem so fun to read, and you create such a vivid image (drafty, clean hallways; fingernails digging in to the coffee cup). The end is my favorite: “I’ll never be right / For this little lad / But please, call me ‘Dad.'” I’m preparing for my own “first impression” moment pretty soon, and I can only imagine it’ll feel about like this 🙂 Thanks!!
Ann,
So appreciate the narrative verse, a story unfolding moment to moment. The inner thoughts reading the situation “her shadow.” And the pronouns make me wonder about the “I” and the “her” and the “him” and the “lad.” I wonder about their backstory and all that had to happen to bring them together. And I wonder about the future, how it is the first day of a life they will future out together.
Peace,
Sarah
Ann — This is so sweet. I love all the angst and worry…all that is so logical….but I didn’t know that till the end… love that pacing of anticipation. Thanks, Susie
I Hate Cold Calls
I don’t recognize that number. Probably a salesperson.
Hello?
Typical. You ask if I’m home, but you can’t even pronounce my name.
May I ask who’s calling?
Why don’t they ever introduce themselves first? Ugh! As if we were old friends…
Yes, this is he…
Why don’t I hang up? Why do I prolong this time-suck of a conversation?
How much are you offering?
Here we go. You say you want to buy my house, but I’ll bet you’ve never even seen it…
So, you don’t have an offer? You just said you wanted to buy my house. Don’t call if you don’t have price in mind. Do your homework.
I don’t want to sell my house. I just wonder if somebody will actually make an offer I can’t refuse…well, I guess it’s time for a snack.
Shaun, your writing always inspires me or brings me a laugh. This situation is completely believable. I loved your line “Do your homework.” Plus, the point about not getting the name pronounced correctly. So typical!
Shaun this brought me joy! I love your inner monologue and how you toy with salespeople! This is so fun!
“this time-suck of a conversation” I love your descriptive writing here. So, so true.
Shaun — I totally was there with you on this one. The voice of irritation is loud and right on target… “as if we were old friends…” — great line. And then the house manipulative conversation… you really captured that maneuvering. Quite a compelling piece…kept me right through each line…nodding and uh-huh, yep, don’t ya know. Well done. Susie
Yes, been there. Those “time-suck of conversation” are so annoying! I love the humor in your writing — “So, you don’t have an offer?” — made me laugh out loud. Thank you for making me smile.
Something similar has happened to us so many times. I have to remind my spouse to be nice. I hope you get that legit offer one day.
Ha! Ha! Ha! How many of us receive those calls? You made it so real with, “Why don’t they ever introduce themselves first?” That’s exactly how the conversations starts. Your thoughts have crossed my mind so many times when I forget myself and answer an unknown number! Bravo!
“gratitude”
Entrails. Species unknown. Sandwiched between Mexican rugs that have helped to keep a local cleaners in business for years now.
Thank you.
A Zoom yoga session interrupted by a quick game of cat-and-chipmunk. Behind, under and around the bed.
This is for all you do for me.
A windowsill dotted with the innards of what has to be chipmunk organs.
I love you.
Haha I love it! The things we put up with for our pets. So disgusting and so endearing at the same time 🙂 My favorite part is your first line: “Entrails. Species unknown. Sandwiched between Mexican rugs that have helped to keep a local cleaners in business for years now.” I can just hear you grumbling about this out loud, but inwardly feeling the love.
Oh my gosh, this is so funny! I love the title and the “lovely” contribution to your home… I’ve had cats in the past and my dog right now who thought they were being to sweet to make those offerings….egads. “dotted with the innards” was just too fun/gross. Thanks, Susie
Parent conversation- Code Switching by Seana
“Mrs. Jones, Let’s talk about your son Johnny”
Listen here lady, Ima ’bout to give you the skinny about your son. He’s special.
“I’m concerned about his lack of attention during class”
You told me you took drugs years ago. Is he a drug baby?
“At times, he has difficulty listening long enough while I explain multiple-step math problems.”
He listens five seconds then looks around for classmates to laugh with.
“He talks too much to classmates especially during individual work time.”
I want to say “shut up and let them work, don’t you notice they’re quiet?”
“Yes, mom I can send some extra work home but that’s not necessarily going to help.”
You’ve got 3 kids younger than him. Worksheets aren’t babysitters!
“I know you say he reads books at home and reads the dictionary daily but he doesn’t do that here.”
Stop lying. He’s two grade levels behind and has been in reading intervention for 3 years.
“Your son needs more time and help so that’s why I’m bringing up the subject of retention again.”
Sign this paper right now so we can get your baby some help. You should’ve done this when the three previous teachers asked but you kept saying you’d work with him at home. You can’t do that because you’re not a teacher!!!
I love the honesty of this poem. I almost wrote mine about the parent-teacher meeting because that is exactly what it feels like. The harsh reality is playing in your head, but you have to be diplomatic and avoid confrontation. The ending is most powerful “sign this paper right now so we can get your baby some help” – I love that line.
Seana, this is hilarious! I loved the contrast you created going back and forth. Enjoyed every line!
Dang Girlie! You got gangster going on inside your head? LOL as sweet and professional as you are, I can’t imagine you thinking those thoughts. Now, I, on the other hand, yes! Love it! The reality is now she is his teacher. Dang.
Seana, what a relatable conversation. There’s never just the one going on, is there? I appreciate the levity you bring to what is, of course, a heartbreaking situation, but we need catharsis–especially in and around these conversations!
I love the sass! This is spot on internal monologue and what teachers everywhere wish they could say.
Evert teacher I know has gone through that scenario at some point in their career. You voiced every thought while saying all the right things to the parent! Teaching is a calling, not a profession and ending with, “because you’re not a teacher”, drove that home. Almost anyone can get a job in a classroom, but, only, a true teacher can teach.
I couldn’t figure out how to format with bold or italics so I used quotation marks for my voice, and the response is my inner voice. (If anyone can share the trick for formatting in the response box, I’d be truly grateful.) ?
Voices in the Darkness
By Stacey L. Joy © April 8, 2020
“I need to sleep or I won’t be any good today.”
They say when you can’t sleep, you should just get up and write
“Who said that?”
God is trying to get my attention and He has it at 2, 3, and 4 a.m
“But what does He want me to do if I am sleep deprived? That can’t be God.”
Maybe it’s Mommie trying to send me some signs from Heaven
“Surely she can see that I need to rest and sleep, slobber and snore.”
I’ve been giving too much attention to devices and distractions
“I should commit to meditating and yoga after my morning worship time.”
You can barely sit in a chair without getting stiff, imagine sitting on the floor
“I got that yoga mat for sitting on the floor, so it’ll be comfy.”
What yoga class will I try, I saved about 15 when I felt ambitious
“If I keep eating bacon with breakfast, I will need to jog not meditate.”
When did jogging become impossible, did I ever jog for fun
“Joggers get high when they run!”
Wine makes me high and I don’t have to move
“The article I read said that wine can interrupt my last hours of sleep each night.”
Pandemics and masks, gloves and deaths, my students without school, missing friends and family, listening to an idiot calling himself a leader, watching the numbers jump by the thousands, staying at home, remote teaching jokes, parents homeschooling nightmares, to zoom or not to zoom, staff meetings, virtual happy hour, throat tickles, cough, pray…
“Shhh, do I hear something outside? No one should be outside!”
It’s the neighbor coming home from graveyard shift so maybe I should be grateful and go back to sleep
“I hope she’s safe and well and knows she’s appreciated.”
Maybe I should get up and bake her some cookies
Stacey, you have me laughing, friend:
“Joggers get high when they run!”
Wine makes me high and I don’t have to move
Why is it ALWAYS the wee hours of the morning when the voices of our TO DO list come creeping in and won’t let us recharge our batteries? Thank you for giving us a glimpse into your mind today!
You are speaking for so many of us! This is how my mind has been running during the pandemic, and I always used to be a good sleeper. (Love the conclusion , to get up and bake cookies!) The words “Who said that?” are such a playful way to argue – and it is clear that you are in deep conversation with yourself, throughout your insomnia.
I had trouble with the italics, too – there is a line of text features at the top of this response box…highlight the words that you want italicized, click on the i for italics, and then there will appear some strange formatting letters around your text. Once you hit send/return at the end of your poem, the text feature will appear. I wasn’t able to see it in my draft….
Wow, let me try that! You’re so kind to assist me with this.
Maureen Ingram is in italics if this works!
Yay!!! ??I appreciate your help with ITALICS! Let me see what else I can do with that little tool bar.
If you figure out how to indent, let me know. I had mine set up so that my responses were all indented, but alas, it doesn’t post that way!
Stacey,
This sure does tap into all my emotions. I often think of Macbeth when I can’t sleep, so that dude has been a constant companion lately. Love the stream of consciousness in that lust ending w/ ellipses. Chuckled when I read “ “Joggers get high when they run!”
Wine makes me high and I don’t have to move.” I rue the short period of my life I devoted to running, so pour me another glass. And of course you end thinking about what you can do for your neighbor. You are a nurturer and a caregiver. Thank you.
—glenda
Stacy — In the text box where we type our comments…just above the box is a row of rather cryptic letters/words. If you highlight through a line you want to have in BOLD, then tap the “b” — drag through a line you want to have in italics and then tap the “i” — and the same thing for underlining — drag though the line you want underlined and tap “u” — It inserts the code into your text and these codes then translate to those actions happening when you hit “submit” and make your post. You have a bit of time right after to double check what you’ve done to see if it turned out okay, by tapping “edit” that seems to show up most of the time right after we “submit.” See if this helps. Susie
Stacey – What a fantastic poem — I was laughing and just loving this poem as I read it out loud to Watty Boy. Even he looked impressed. The litany at the end (“The article I read said….”), oooh, holy cow, that was priceless. and ending it with the throat tickle put a very real spin of OMG in there.. Good heavens, don’t get sick!!! The end line “making cookies”…oh, that really fits the prodding voice that runs through the whole piece. This is the voice of a very real woman. I guffawed at the bacon…won’t need meditation but will need to jog…AHAHAHA! And “wine makes me high and I don’t have to move.” OMG… you are hilarious. And real! This was just a monkey festival… I LOVEDLOVEDLOVED it. Thank you! On a day when I REALLY needed a good laugh. Hugs, Susie (Watty Boy is my beloved dawg.)
Thank you Susie and Watty Boy. I appreciate the help with the post options too. I’m glad you didn’t see all of my previous comments playing with italics and underlining after Maureen told me what to do. I had a ball. The things that excite me these days can make a person seem strange. ?
Bob’s Garage
“Hello, Bob’s Garage, Bob speaking.”
More business. Great, I’m already up to my neck in business.
“Oh, hi there Alex, what can I do for ya?”
This guy again? He just can’t keep a car healthy.
“Sounds like an issue with the brakes.”
His brakes must’ve rotted away from the salty winter roads.
“…”
Cha-ching!
“Sure, let me check my calendar.”
I could do Tuesday. But I might want to leave the morning open to chat with the fellas.
“How does Wednesday sound?”
Listen to how he blabbers and stumbles over his words. How is this inarticulate kid a teacher????
“Okay, just drop the keys off then, around 9am.”
Drop that $700 in there too, while you’re at it.
“Okay, Alex, take care.”
Just keep driving…somehow, your wallet will always find its way to my shop!
Alex,
The first line brings me right into the cellular space of the phone call. I can hear Bob, and that condescending tone. I think this is why I avoid service industries as much as possible — I don’t need shaming, I need your expertise. And then, you take us into this space where Bob is the discourse master, and you are doing your best to communicate. This reminds me of Gee and the primary/secondary discourse theory. But that line “Drop that $700 in there too, while you’re at it.” This is where the exploiting happens! I do not like Bob, Alex. I just don’t. But I do, I really do, like your poem.
Sarah
Bwahahahaha! That wallet always finding its way to Bob’s shop. Alex, it must be a teacher thing. I wear out brakes a lot, too. We live life in the fast lane, don’t we?
Alex,
That last line is pure gold: “ Just keep driving…somehow, your wallet will always find its way to my shop!” There’s a real humility coming through these lines. I have so much respect for the makers and fixers among us and remember when my grandfather taught me how to change a tire. BTW: One of my favorite books I often recommended to boys who thought they weren’t smart because their skills are more mechanical than verbal is “Shop Class as Soul Craft.” Wonderful poem. Thank you.
—Glenda
Wow! You brought your character to life is such a way that I, actually, can’t stand him! And that’s a good thing! The effortless banter between what was spoken and what was said are totally opposites! And after living in Rochester, NY, for some years, I know that car repair folk loved those winter months! Very well played. Thanks!!
Hi Lauryl and Lizzy,
Thank you for the prompt today. I enjoyed both of your poems. They reminded me of the struggles teens experience. I have grown children, so I don’t really remember their mindsets, and I’ve only taught elementary school. Therefore, today I will find my poem inside my inner and outer voices.
Also, I pray that our world and the field of education experience a rebirth, a renewal, and positive change when you begin your careers. I’ve been at it for 35 years and I never could have imagined what we are experiencing today. Stay well and safe. Take this time to embrace all the changes that evolve. Education is always in a state of change.
Take care! I’ll post my poem shortly.
“Where do I want to eat tonight?”
‘Every time I pick, it turns out to be a disaster.’
“Um, I don’t know. What do you think?”
‘Please say Mexican. I’m craving chips and salsa.’
“No, I don’t resist making choices.”
‘Hell, yes, I do.’
“OK, then, how about Los Tres Hermanos?”
‘They have the best chips and salsa.’
“Yeah, sushi sounds good too.”
‘I’m starving five seconds after I eat sushi.’
“Yeah, Ichiban sounds great.”
‘Chips and salsa will have to wait.’
“Six is fine.”
‘Or should I have said 6:30?’
Nice, I can relate to this inner-dialogue… I hate choosing what to eat! (But Mexican always hits the spot!)
Not only do I love the indecisiveness when it comes to what to eat, but I love the memories this triggers. No more deciding where to go for my food. If it’s not in the house, I don’t eat. Wow, how fast times changed.
I love chips and salsa too. I completely agree that sushi makes me hungry.
Cute poem and dialogue with self.
Katrina, Have you been eavesdropping??? Other than the specific restaurants, this is a conversation that occurs mostly when we’re on vacation and each of us is trying to be “nice” while hoping to get what we prefer.
How often we give in, like your lines
“Yeah, Ichiban sounds great.”
‘Chips and salsa will have to wait.’”
knowing we’ll resent giving in again, but recalling all the times he’s probably done the same!
I find your conversation so familiar. The ying and the yang of your conversation flawlessly leads to the conclusion that you will be eating Ichiban and not chips and salsa in the end. It shows that when you can’t take a stand someone else will. Better luck next time, amiga!
Lauryl and Lizzy,
Thank you so much for this prompt today! It really stretched me and made me think about which inner monologue I wanted to represent. Turns out I needed this platform to get some things off my chest.
Your poems were so fun! I loved the inner thinkings and it brought me right back to my past.
Thank you for sharing!
Postpartum Defeat
“A new baby! You are so blessed!”
I’m also sleep deprived and losing my identity.
“Isn’t the newborn stage the best?”
I’m not sure. Why don’t you ask me in eighteen years.
“Breast is best! You’re still nursing right?”
None of your fucking business.
“We didn’t have all these silly ‘rules’ back when I had kids.”
Yeah, science is funny like that.
“Wow! Your body bounced right back!”
I don’t care. What about my mind?
“It’s not good to be so sad and worried around the baby. You’ll pass it on to him.”
Great.
“Why don’t you feed that baby mashed potatoes?”
Please no more unsolicited advice…
Wow, so relatable. That nursing question was one my wife struggled with a lot after our son was born. Great poem!
Emily,
I remember these emotions and responses as if it were yesterday!
“Breast is best! You’re still nursing right?”
None of your fucking business.
I couldn’t breast feed my first born because he was hospitalized immediately and had surgery so my milk never came in. I felt so inadequate. There were always those few who would say, keep trying. Your response is priceless and accurate! It’s none of their fucking business!
The “Yeah, science is funny like that” should be on trumpdump’s wall! I love that response.
What I love most about your poem and how you chose to present the two voices is that it’s not unfamiliar and it’s 100% accurate for most mothers. Thank you Emily.
?for you and baby!
Emily,
I’m right there in your cheering section. Somehow a baby is an invitation for every unwanted parenting expert to come along and barge into your life like an unannounced teacher observation where someone feels we need a parenting development plan. I love “I’m not sure. Why don’t you ask me in 18 years.” Perfect voice today!
Emily,
Today is my youngest son’s birthday. He’s 34 (I think). I’ve spent at least 24 hours the past three days working on a scrapbook for him I promised to deliver 17 years ago in his 18th birthday. I share this anecdote w/ you to illustrate and emphasize all my self-doubts as a mother. And as I’ve rifled through old photos and relived my kid’s birth, all those doubts have sat in my lap. And here you are today telling me you have those doubts, too, those questions about yourself as a mother. This gig is hard work at every age. I don’t have a favorite line. They all resonate w/ me, but it’s the biting tone I live most. Thank you. Your poem touches my heart. It is a gift.
—glenda
Emily — I so loved the honesty and the strong voice in this. Those plastic words and presumptions from that other voice… oooo, those kinds of comments make me so grrrrrrr. My favorite line is “…you body…. what about my mind?” PERFECT! and the ending was a real slam-dunk. Loved this! Terrific! Thanks, Susie
Walmart Checkout
I’m doing fine, thanks.
“Fine” as in how it feels getting run over by a truck.
Ummm… yes.
Of course not.
Is anyone “finding everything okay” these days??
No hand soap, no rice, no eggs, no potatoes.
At least we haven’t run out of toilet paper yet.
Thanks.
Your dressing rooms were closed so I might have to return them.
Actually I probably should return them if she thinks they’re cute.
I wouldn’t trust her sense of style.
Why is she trying to make conversation??
Oh, that’s too bad.
Do I care about your sister and her canceled trip to Italy??
Just scan my groceries!
Uggh I could have done this faster on my own in self checkout.
…
Everyone’s stressed right now, I should probably be nice.
Why do I feel so rushed anyway?
Nowhere to be.
…
Have you guys been pretty busy?
Keep nodding.
Just keep nodding.
Yeah, I’m a school teacher, so I’m working from home now.
Just come out when I have to.
Wow, 6 kids at home.
This poor lady.
Oh, yes I’ll take a receipt.
Thanks for all you’re doing!
I’m sure you’d rather be at home these days.
See, was that so hard?
You have a great day too.
Hi Rachel,
This sums up my emotions every single time I am (or was) out at the store:
Everyone’s stressed right now, I should probably be nice.
Why do I feel so rushed anyway?
Nowhere to be.
That feeling of rushing through the store, as if I can outrun the virus, or the people with it will never catch up to me because I am rushing. It’s awful. It’s our truth.
I love the ending. It wasn’t too hard to be nice. LOL good job!!
Rachel,
As an introvert, I find it so difficult sometimes to respond to small talk that doesn’t affect me – like someone’s trip to Italy. You summed up a great feeling about just being polite and gracious and moving along. I really wish I had more interest in strangers sometimes. Life could be more interesting if I took the time to respond better.
Rachel,
My husband and I have been talking about how hard retail is right now. Hell, it’s always been hard, but now it’s a life or death gig. I’ll be thinking about this inner monologue as I go to stores in search of staples. Your poem is a reminder to practice gratitude for those who serve, no matter in what capacity. Thank you.
—glenda
“Daycare worker”
Yeah, I can come in early today.
Why me I don’t want to but I need the pay.
No problem, I was up anyway
Don’t show an attitude you need to downplay
Lunch at 2? No that’s okay.
It is a little later than I’d like but what can I say?
Yeah, I’m excited to see the kids too.
When I walk in I know it’ll be like a zoo
Here let me open the door for you
All my kids hugging me I’m starting to feel a new
You’re going to the office? No, I don’t need anything
Look at these kids, to me they mean everything
Kole,
In the first line, the word “early” is a sign that someone is asking something more of you, and then I hear you negotiating the want versus the need that is so familiar. When are we ever asked or allowed to do what we really want? I am not sure I even know what that is. And then you are so aware of perception and how you want to show respect and gratitude even though, gosh — the zoo. That must be overwhelming, but then those last lines really reveal your heart:
All my kids hugging me I’m starting to feel a new
You’re going to the office? No, I don’t need anything
Look at these kids, to me they mean everything
You use the word “my” and share how they renew you. This is validation: hugs.
And then I think back to the beginning. Bosses and principals know when they have a dedicated teacher, and they can and likely will take advantage. It is so hard to say “no” or to protect yourself from burn out.
Beautiful poem,
Sarah
Nice! I like that you rhymed with this prompt! I hadn’t even considered it. And a lovely change of tone from the beginning to the end.
Hi Kole,
So much to love and appreciate in your poem. Your love for the kids, dedication to them and your work, and the passion behind doing what you love even when it feels impossibly hard.
Kudos!!
Stay well and safe, you must mean everything to them too!
Thank you for this challenge! I was truly stretched by it. I decided to reach for my inner middle schooler, and just have fun with it. I think I may have gone way back in time to a first crush…
This is the first time that I’ve used italics with this website, and I am not sure it’s working…the words that stand alone are spoken aloud, the clusters of phrases are all the inner thoughts. Here goes!
Ok, here’s the challenge, if the seat is open, I take it.
Oh geez, the seat next to him is OPEN!
I gotta do this.
Oh, God, I’m sitting down right next to him!
Well, that’s embarrassing, he didn’t even look up.
I can be cool, too. Let me just open up my notebook, act calm.
Thank you.
Oh no! I bet he thinks I dropped my pencil on purpose!
Geez, he didn’t even look at me, really. Stop blushing, fool.
Sit up. Stare at the board. Look busy.
I love his hair. I love his eyes!
He’s so cool.
Remember – no hands on face…Seventeen Magazine says it makes you look ugly.
Concentrate.
I’m just going to write down exactly what Mr. McPherson is writing on the board.
Oh my, I want to look at him. Nope! Don’t. Keep cool.
Why oh why oh why did I sit next to him?
Why did I think this was a good idea?
I can’t think.
What? No. Sorry. [whispered]
Okay, that was lame.
Now he definitely thinks I’m an idiot.
Geez. How could I possibly know the answer?!
I haven’t even been paying attention!
I didn’t know we were supposed to be working on that.
This is the worst.
Wait – he just wants the answer from me?
He’s not even going to think about it, himself?
What?!
What a loser.
I loved this poem, I know in high school I would always get nervous when I sat next to a girl I had a crush on. The overthinking was spot on and really took me back! The lines where she is talking herself up to take an open seat next to her crush is something I think many people relate to!
Maureen, this is SO realistic for middle school. Few words and lots of over-thinking. I noticed it was true in Angie’s poem about her grandma. I wonder if it’s true about all of us. Our brains going so fast thinking a million thoughts, only a few words come out. “Why oh why oh why did I sit next to him? Why did I think this was a good idea?” That right there is something we have all said in middle school about a myriad of different ideas we’ve had.
Oh, did that bring back memories! The littlest thing was so important back in those days. I actually felt a little nervous reading it! ha
Maureen,
Hahaha! “What a loser.” How many times has a girl (raising my hand) liked a dumb boy? So happy this girl came to her senses. All those competing thoughts flow beautifully, but I sure wish girls weren’t acculturated to think so much about what boys want. Yes, “Seventeen Magazine says it makes you look ugly.”
That sure brings back some memories. Well done. Thank you.
—glenda
Lauryl and Lizzy, thank you for this challenge. I can’t believe there are always new avenues to explore in this poetry-writing adventure. I could feel the trepidation as the young girls’ carefully weighed their responses. Thanks for sharing your examples. Here’s mine today…
Briefing
Yes, thank you for taking my question.
Wondering who all will get his aggression?
What is the plan?
Here it comes, oh man.
No, sir, I don’t work for them.
Would it be disrespectful to clear my phlegm?
I’m new with the AP.
How can I flee?
I don’t see how that is relevant.
Nasty? Ridiculous? Third-rate?
How did HIllary handle it with such elegance?
I need to escape to reality, I can’t wait.
Yes, sir, but I really just want to know about your plan.
Would anyone be surprised if it included Fox and the Klan?
You mentioned you had a plan.
Oh, for scandals of suits of tan.
Sir, I was just asking about the details.
If I lose the coin toss next time, I’ll yank out my nails.
This is so accurate, it is chilling. This poem is an artifact of the insanity our press pool (and the American public) is going through every day. Thank you for this! How they keep from blurting out their inner thoughts, I’ll never know. Thank you for this!
Denise,
What I love about poetry is that it can feel like a mystery. I really had to draw on prior knowledge to make sense of some of the language like “AP.” rereading the first part a couple times to situate myself in the place of the poem. I found myself interpreting the situation like I just gained access to a private conversation or a butt dial and am trying to figure out what is going on. And then I start feeling irate at the patronizing and all the filtering (and restraint) required.
Masterful work!
Sarah
Sad but true…wonderful voice. I really feel for this reporter who I visualize as young and female.
The absolute patience required of the Associated Press during these last four years has to be admired. What is the plan? And then all the avoidance and inanity in between. And their persistence continues, repeated twice again. And we are all in desperate need of the details. You’ve captured that patience and persistence so well.
Laurel and Lizzy, Thank you for a good and challenging prompt. I really had to step out of myself and think of someone else’s voice for this. And, that felt great! The young voices in both your poems are just the ticket for me thinking about someone else and remembering that time in life described by your poems is so nerve-wracking and precious.
I so appreciate you being in college and working toward teaching. It’s a big job these days. I’ve been in it for a couple of decades now and I wonder how the next generation of teachers–you two will deal with the pile on of frustrations in education right now. Rest assured, students are never first on my list of frustrations. Best of luck to you both and thanks again!
Hello River
Old friend, I see you’re running low today.
—–I’m thankful I can come to you when life’s a wreck
Those branches come down in the ice storm?
—–School’s been out a month…I miss my friends
Maybe a good storm will move them down stream
—–I feel out of sorts and frustrated
Birdsong echoes off your smooth stones
—– I’m tired of my playlist
There’s a hint of green in the underbrush
—–How long with this pandemic go on?
I’ll hike along your banks to the next big bend
—– I just need to do walk and clear my head
And then you can do all the talking
—–I find peace in your presence.
I was really moved by the calming sounds coming from the first voice and your word choices (running low, echoes, smooth stones, big bend) stemming from figurative language – assonance, alliteration. The language of the opposite voice agitates (wreck, frustrated, tired), until they join together in the end.
Linda, what a lovely conversation with your friend the river. I can sense the peaceful conversations you must have, and the comfort that comes from the sturdy and faithful river.
I love the image of you speaking aloud to the river…I know I have been talking to my plants…I wonder if this is a surprise effect of the pandemic/isolation? It’s poignant how it begins – Old friend, I see you’re running low today – really, a double entendre, because the speaker is also run low. It reads like a mindfulness exercise, lifting one up, ending so beautifully with peace. Thank you for this!
Linda,
As I read I felt the peace of standing on a riverbank, and then you offer that lovely concluding line: “—I find peace in your presence.” Being in nature really is the way to commune w/ourselves, and you capture that in this calming poem. Thank you.
—glenda
Splotches
Good afternoon. Nice day, Kenny.
I bet I sound just like a ninny
How’re you doing? You finished your food?
The guys usually say “What’s hap’nin dude?”
Yeah, I know that urban slang.
Speaking Standard, I must sound crude.
Yeah, everybody’s gotta do their thang.
Mocking him, I probably sound rude.
Splotches on my shirt!
Oh no!! Look at all this dirt!
Yeah! Catsup splotches on my shirt.
Oh me! oh my! This is gonna hurt.
Well, you don’t look much betta fellow!
If I blow this off, he’ll think I’m mellow.
Let’s sit this round out. It’s blazin’ hot out in the sun.
Splotches on my shirt. Maybe now he’ll think I’m fun.
Fun, Anna. You have a couple more self-conscious teens here, like Lauryl’s and Lizzy’s. It was not easy to get into their heads, I would think. I liked this stanza: “Yeah, I know that urban slang / Speaking Standard, I must sound crude / Yeah, everybody’s gotta do their thang. Mocking him, I probably sound rude.” It was interesting to me because I only have one language, but a lot of people have to make a decision about which to use. That is always fascinating to me. Thanks!
I admire the rhyming! That adds real playfulness to the dialogue, makes it read like a song. Your poem shows how even the words we choose to say aloud can cause us tension, as we strike to find just the right balance, to match – or connect with – the person to whom we are speaking.
Laurel and Lizzie,
Thus prompt is a stretch for me. I have spent little time around MS students, although I did teach 7th and 8th grades in the mid 1980s. That said, I was determined to “think like a teen,” so I wrote from multiple voices from my AP Lit and Comp class last year. That was an amazing class, and I had fun revisiting these students. I might share this poem w/ a few, too.
S1 is the spoken; S2 is the thought by a different student. Both are various students.
“AP Lit Snippets”
S1: Are we doing anything fun today?
S2: Why do you always ask that? You know she’ll say everything we do is fun. As if.
S1: I have a tournament this weekend, so won’t be here Thursday or Friday.
S2: Good, now maybe someone else can sit on the couch.
S1: I agree with Gideon. The town’s a character.
S2: Of course you agree with Gideon. He read the book. Why don’t you try it some time, so you can have an original thought.
S1: What was the question again?
S2: Oh, gawd. How long will she make us wait in silence before Kinlee answers the question? Ugh. This is sooooo painful.
S1: What time does the bell ring?
S2: Same time it always rings, idiot. What is wrong with you? There’s a clock on the wall.
S1: We made a couch edition bingo, too. It has “takes drink from Hydroflask” because one of the boys does that every day.
S2: “Touches Jacob.” That’s funny. Makes you wonder.
S1: That went fast. Great class, Mrs. Funk.
S2: Finally. I thought this period would never end. Later, dudes. Peace out.
—Glenda Funk
LOVE this! I laughed out loud at the midpoint exchange about waiting in silence before Kinlee answers. There’s always a Kinlee whom the rest of the class depends on, and I can picture you waiting them out as they wait out Kinlee. Hearing all these voices pop up and ring truth put me right back in the classroom I’m missing now. And my brain is now considering couch bingo editions.
Glenda, this prompt was a stretch for me too! I finally gave myself a time limit and just wrote. Even though Laurel and Lizzy didn’t say to write in that young voice…how can we resist? It’s hard to go back to those days. They are so raw, so full of not knowing and ready-to-be-embarrassed times. I like the authentic dialog in your lines. This reads/sounds very real.
I love imagining you sending this to a few of your students – and I feel as if I can hear them laughing and cheering you on. That question, “How long will she make us wait in silence before Kinlee answers the question?” was truly funny. I wondered about Kinlee’s power – is she slow to speak up, making them wait, too? Or just you, Mrs. Funk?
LOL! Kinlee! There must be a Kinlee in every class. I love the inner voices of the kids. I sometimes wonder if they think we don’t hear or see them. And I often think about what I may have missed. Thank you for sharing your piece!
Yes, I agree with Jennifer. This was where I laughed out loud: Oh, gawd. How long will she make us wait in silence before Kinlee answers the question?
Your voice is so on point – – “same time it always rings, idiot. What is wrong with you? There’s a clock on the wall.” I love your ending, too. I like that you used students as your voices – – and I love how even some of our little stinkers to each other are so respectful to us, as in the “Great class, Mrs. Funk!”
How was your day, dear?
Did I reply to the email about class? Yes, I did. Did I? I should check.
(Outlook search.)
Do you want to go for a walk before dinner?
What time is that meeting tomorrow? Was it canceled? I should check.
(Google calendar.)
Are you ready? I know. I just had to check —
What did he say about his day? Ugh, I can’t ask him again.
(Shoelaces.)
Have you thought about dinner? What? You already said something about that, right?
What did he say? Pizza? Salad? Or was it egg rolls. He’s gonna be mad.
(Door.)
Okay, sorry. I am here now. Your day? How was it?
The fresh air feels — stop — listen to your love. Be —
( ____.)
So this will not make sense to you, but I am a horrible partner and tried to use these textual shifts and line breaks to make visible how poorly I listen to him. He always asks me how I can be a teacher and be such a poor listener. I was much better when I had a long drive between school and home, but thoughts of what I need to do, the mistakes I am making, and, overall, worries of what I am forgetting or who I am letting down with my teaching occupy my mind while I am letting down my partner,
Your brain and my brain are in sync once again! I need to learn to shut off that other part of me. Your use of punctuation at the end to emphasize -stop- and to allow that mental pause/break (____) from all the interruptors works so well visually. I love when punctuation adds an artistic element to writing.
Oh, so familiar. If I had a dollar for every time I said, “I just told you that.” Great poetic conversation.
Yes, totally understood and I’m not even in a relationship. Adding things you are focusing on in the parentheses more than him was a very creative touch. Well done.
Sarah,
I literally laughed out loud. I don’t think I listen at all, well unless it’s good stuff. LOL. I can relate so well to this because my mind races while someone is talking and the next thing I know I’ve started GOOGLING:
What time is that meeting tomorrow? Was it canceled? I should check.
(Google calendar.) ???
Thank you for my reality check. I need to be quiet, let my loved ones respond with my full attention. Lesson of the day. PAY ATTENTION. How many times a day does a teacher say that. ?
Sarah, yes, it is perfectly understandable, as others said. I can relate so much to this. Actually my husband and I can both relate to this. Sometimes we have convoluted and distracted conversations that would not even make sense to an outsider. You made a good self-aware observation about the long drive being a good place to sort out those distracting thoughts. I haven’t thought of that before, maybe because I’ve always been close to school.) Your partner sounds like a gem! This is another self-aware moment: “What did he say? Pizza? Salad? Or was it egg rolls. He’s gonna be mad.” Funny and such a great example of “I have absolutely no idea what you said, but I don’t want to admit it.”
I loved this! The line breaks made me smile and I felt like I’ve had this conversation countless times before with my partner. I don’t think the brain every turns off when you’re a teacher. This is also ongoing while I’m teaching class or with family or just lying in bed! Thank you for sharing this poem with us.
This sounds familiar. Being present is a challenge under normal circumstances, and even more so during this pandemic.
YES! This does make sense to me. I’m a horrible partner, too. I live my listening life on a two-day delay, and my husband laughs (sometimes) because what he asks me today will take me a couple of days to process and then craft a response and give it. I wish there was a cure, or that I could jump back and forth between waffle boxes instead of living on a plate of spaghetti noodles, but I’m beyond repair. Everything you wrote rang bells with me. Two quick chest beats and a peace sign, friend!
Sarah — This is so very real. You captured the scramble of trying to do so much and stay organized enough not to come unglued. I love the honesty of this. This format actually really worked for you. You let us climb inside your head, and we understood it so well (that’s because you mapped the images perfectly). My sense of a really dedicated teacher is one where a zillion inner voices are mumbling a litany of mind-chores. I just don’t think you can put all those kids with all those different personalities and all those educator colleagues in one person’s day and not have this be the reality when you get home and face that person you count on to love you. It’s just plain hard. Sending you vibes of “take-a-moment to-love-your-own-fine-self and all the scrambled marbles that come with being you.” Hugs, Susie
I can’t believe he chose the seat in front of me! Should I say Hi?
Hey
Ahh, even his tired eyes look dreamy.
Me? I’m good. Tired of getting on the bus so early.
He’s actually starting a conversation with me…
We are living with my grandma while our house is being built.
He seems interested. Is this really happening? Be cool!
It should only be a month or so.
Eek! A month…these bus rides are the best part!
We are supposed to move in the week before Christmas.
I don’t want it to end. School is around the corner…No, not yet!
The basketball game? Tonight? I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my mom.
Oh geez! Ask my mom? I probably sound like such a child!
I can probably be there!
Wait! He’s still walking with me…Awe, he even opened the door….
Meet up? Yeah! That would be awesome! I’ll look for you.
Yessssssss!
I find it fascinating to read these first with the “out loud” part and then with the “internal voice” part, since each can stand alone. There is so much excitement in your internal voice while the external is cool. Calm. Laid back. A true reflection of how this situation would go down. You captured that so well!
Jennifer,
I believe it! Your talking and inner monologue are both quite believable. Well done. I like this part:
“The basketball game? Tonight? I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my mom.
“Oh geez! Ask my mom? I probably sound like such a child!
I can probably be there!
Wait! He’s still walking with me…Awe, he even opened the door….”
I was happy for her when he was still walking with her. She thought she lost her chance for a minute.
Jennifer, you’ve nailed it! The optimistic, insecure teenager who wants it, does what to show it, scared she will blow it, then recognizes, maybe she hasn’t….this time!
The basketball game? Tonight? I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my mom.
Oh geez! Ask my mom? I probably sound like such a child!
I can probably be there!
Wait! He’s still walking with me…Awe, he even opened the door….
Meet up? Yeah! That would be awesome! I’ll look for you.
Yessssssss!
Yeesssssss! You nailed it!
Lauryl and Lizzy, what a fun prompt! This gets us thinking in a new way. A necessity for creativity. That said, the struggle here today is real, people! Having trouble making sense of anything. I spun the prompt a little so that my internal dialogue was in response to my morning (and my internal voice is questioning whether to add an upfront apology).
April 8, 2020
The Feed.
“Trends For You: 2 Minute Warning”
Do I want to know?
“We ought to celebrate all of this…
As awful as this epidemic has been and will be,
at least so far it hasn’t been the disaster that we feared.” (Tucker Carlson)
Fox News
Trash rag
Conveyer belt mop
You peddle untruths for ratings and dollars.
No one believes you.
“I will protect you if your governor fails.” (Trump)
Fuck off.
“We have secured…
upwards of 200 million masks on a monthly basis. We can supply the needs of the state of California, potentially the needs of other Western states.” (Gavin Newsom, Maddow Blog)
Look for the leaders
Governors
The helpers
Governors
They will rise.
#PresidentNewsom
“Early on Mr Trump discovered
that he could use the briefings
to satisfy his need for everything to be all about him.
As the death toll rises, that imperative has not changed.” (New York Times Opinion)
This three ring circus
its ringmaster clown
performs for an empty audience
feeds off its carcasses
#DropTheCurtain
https://ncov2019.live/data
400,000+ infected
12,000+ dead.
Jennifer,
No apology needed. Can I just say how much I love your use of “Fuck off” here. It’s a favorite chorus of my husband’s when Trump or one of his sycophants speaks. I’m really happy to see you take this approach to the prompt. Love this. Thank you.
—Glenda
Boy, talk about delivering the very punch I can appreciate, Jennifer, you NAILED this one. The voices…the tone…the STRENGTH. We are fed up to our gills with the empty, vacant rhetoric of those you noted…. Amen for YOUR voice! There is still a voice of reason….I am so grateful for that, for you. Susie
Jennifer,
As I read your poem, I keep thinking about how this prompt is a lot like two voices poetry revealing the complexity of an issue with shifting perspectives. You have synthesizes so many sources here to, really, make an argument. with text citations and all! Brilliant.
These lines, however, are just an incredible commentary on the previous — a perfect metaphor:
This three ring circus
its ringmaster clown
performs for an empty audience
feeds off its carcasses
#DropTheCurtain
Indeed, a circus, when it should be a sanctuary.
Peace,
Sarah
Sarah, that is beautiful– A circus, when it should be a sanctuary.
That’s right. No apologies. We are all at risk because of this nonsense. Put your truth, but THE truth out there.
Jennifer, I wrote about a WH briefing today, as well, but I tried to be more whimsical than I really felt. However, you are right. The struggle is real, and the curtain drops a little more each day on this ringmaster clown, impostor of a president. Bless you and peace to you and yours today. It is healing to write like you did. You never need to apologize.
No apology needed, Jennifer! I love the conversations with the reporters – – and the honesty of the language that makes it so real. I was doing the same thing the day that “churches are going to be filled across this country on Easter,” and “America needs to get back to work.” I live in a house divided, so most of the time my response voice is bubbling with venom and my taut muttering lips tell the story that there is a bad storm raging inside and I’m not fit to be addressed. I love this poem today!
Jennifer, I am so impressed by your poem! The word choice is spot on! These carefully chosen details are especially effective in showing the current situation. The ending is so powerful. Seriously, you need to share this elsewhere. I’m absolutely terrified by this pandemic, and the news is just overwhelming. This is the perfect primary type of document of this moment in our lives.
Laurel and Lizzy,
You took me way back! I just love both of your poems. They both remind me of those innocent days. Those days that we long for sometimes, yet hate the thought of enduring so much change and heartbreak. Thanks for taking me back with this prompt today.
I can’t believe he chose the seat in front of me! Should I say Hi?
Hey!
Ahh, even his tired eyes look dreamy.
Me? I’m good. Tired of getting on the bus so early.
He’s actually starting a conversation with me…
We are living with my grandma while our house is being built.
He seems interested. Is this really happening? Be cool!
It should only be a month or so.
Eek! A month…these bus rides are the best part!
We are supposed to move in the week before Christmas.
I don’t want it to end. School is around the corner…No, not yet!
The basketball game? Tonight? I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my mom.
Oh geez! Ask my mom? I probably sound like such a child!
I can probably be there!
Wait! He’s still walking with me…Awe, he even opened the door….
Meet up? Yeah! That would be awesome! I’ll look for you.
Yessssssss!
Jennifer,
I am right there! My crush in high school was Scott Williams. He was on the basketball team. I NEVER spoke to him. This line “Oh geez! Ask my mom? I probably sound like such a child!” is so revealing as it captures this amazing moment our youth (and grown ups) begin to hear themselves, notice how the spaces shape their becoming in words and thoughts.
Peace,
Sarah
Jennifer, first I want you to know that I’m glad this ends well! I kept waiting for a reversal I guess. I appreciated how you developed the crush so clearly. “Ahh, even his tired eyes look dreamy.” Such a perfectly delivered line!
Lauryl and Lizzie, I love this prompt today! What fabulous teachers you are – – something fun and stimulating to welcome the day. My conversation is with my two dogs – Boo Radley (Schnoodle) and Fitz, short for F. Scott Fitzgerald (Schnauzer), who basically rule our house.
Mornings with Boo Radley and Fitz
Good morning, Boo Radley! Good morning, Fitz! Stop licking my face! Who needs to go outside?
BR: Why else would we be licking your face? Of course we need to go out.
F: Does she have dementia? She seriously asks us this every morning.
Okay, Boys. Step it up. Do your business.
BR: We both step it up every time. We can’t get these legs any higher, Mom.
F: It’s like the movie Groundhog Day and I’m Bill Murray. She ain’t right.
Good Boys! Let’s go inside. Who wants a treat?
BR: I’ll think about it. If you’re having bacon and offer me a lowly cracker, the deal’s off.
F: Me! Me! Pick me! I’ll take his cracker, too.
Okay, boys. Mom’s getting in the shower now. Go lay down.
BR: Oh, Jeez! Put that face mask over my eyes, will ya? Have you looked in the mirror lately?
F: Dang, she needs to lay off the Corona snacks. Check out that cellulite!
BR: Yeah, and she’s no true blonde, either. If her friends only knew all that we know…….
F: Aw, man! She needs a pedicure. Those toes are looking dapple. Reminds me of my ex.
Off to Zoom, boys. Find your spot and don’t bark. Settle in. I’ll be finished at lunchtime.
BR: Okay, Fitz. You watch for the squirrels and I’ll watch for deer. Let’s bark at ten for a snack.
F: Yep. You bet. I might even poop outside her door in protest of this Zooming.
PAW HIGH FIVE! And off to separate ends of the couch…..for social distancing…
Kim,
I love this. I thought about writing from my dogs’ perspective. I sure hope mine aren’t judging me, but I know Snug is. I giggled lots reading this: “Does she have dementia?” I swear the dogs have ya trained. It’s the same ritual every morning. Thanks for greeting my morning w/ such a fun poem.
—Glenda
Dog talk…man, I LOVE this. Those hounds always see beneath our surface…and they are so sassy! I kinda think your buddies there with all those paws are the straight-shooters in this world. Amen! Dogs collaborate so well! Look at that game plan in the last lines — marvelous! LOL! Thank you for the cheer I needed this morning. Susie
I needed this humor today. Getting inside the mind of a dog, much less two, is so much fun! I loved the voice of the dog in UP and yours compete for best funny lines. Their first and last responses making me smile the most. Thank you!
Kim,
I love this scene with your “co-workers” as you listen to and translate their gestures to words. That last line “PAW HIGH FIVE!” is so sweet.
Sarah
LOL. Love the voice in this. Those dogs are just too wise…and wise-assed! Thanks for the giggle.
I love your dogs’ names! And I like how much their personality is expressed through this poem. Good humor too – bacon and cracker bit is my fave 🙂
Kim, what a clever take on the prompt. There were some laugh-out-loud moments. Especially this line by Boo: “Okay, Fitz. You watch for the squirrels and I’ll watch for deer. Let’s bark at ten for a snack.” They sound a bit spoiled! And quite the opinionated fashionistas, aren’t they?
As I pet owner, I can relate. So can my Sophie.
Used the same setup, but not feeling the middle school girl crush convo, although I should try to channel those precious girls I teach. I will definitely share this prompt with them though and maybe be inspired to write from their perspective someday. I know they would love it.
Hi, Grandma.
Many things have changed
But that Mija will always remain
I’m fine. How are you?
Yep, same ol’, same ol’
That’s good.
Haha where did I come from? Like from my mom?
I was at home.
It’s hard to have a conversation when she can’t hear
Wonder why we never got her a hearing aid
I WAS AT HOME.
Maybe I should give her more detail
Exercise her brain?
I’m fine, Grandma.
It’s just hard to see you lonely
Do you feel lonely?
Sometimes I have this feeling
That my life will pay for the loneliness
You have felt for years.
I just came from the house, Grandma.
…
It’s hard to hear these recites
That don’t take the form of prayer
You were the live-your-life-for-other-people type
It’s hard to see you confined
It’s hard to see you unable to cook
Or clean or drive
I’m good, Grandma. How are you?
You were always the social butterfly kind
Speaking a million miles a minute
Sometimes it was annoying
But mostly I admired that in you
You always spoke your truth
Those brick hard beliefs
Never afraid to express them
Me, I don’t know what I believe
…
I just came from the house, Grandma
No work today
We live in Slidell, Grandma.
And soon you’ll live in heaven
Tell everyone hey.
Oh, Angie, what a lovely way to tell about your grandma. We get to know so many details about her through your conversation. We also learn more about her from the amount of speaking the voice in your head does–so many words and thoughts–compared to very few things you try to get across to grandma. The end is so rich and beautiful. “And soon you’ll live in heaven / Tell everyone hey.”
Angie, I love how you used caps to show a louder voice after wondering about the hearing aid.
It’s hard to have a conversation when she can’t hear
Wonder why we never got her a hearing aid
I WAS AT HOME.
This is a charming and sweet “conversation” with your grandma. I like how you had the conversation with yourself in two voices at certain points. This feels so authentic!
Angie, this is wonderful. I see by your words and your thoughts how much the narrator loves and respects Grandma. The little “tells” of personality: social butterfly, brick hard beliefs and even same ol…same ol. This poem is so personal and yet I can understand it perfectly and picture my loved one and me having this conversation. Thank you for this lovely moment.