My hands firmly grip the podium. Students gaze at the screen at the poem and question. Some in curiosity, some elsewhere. We stagnate in thought.
Perhaps I’m deficient. It happens.
“Clap once for A, twice for B, three times for C, and four times for D. And…clap.”
The claps ring in dissonance.
Langston Hughes, Walt Whitman, Maya Angelou, William Wordsworth. YouTube for poetic scenery, higher-level poems for meter, watch some slam, dissect song lyrics, then, composition. A change of pace. A happy place.
“They aren’t being tested on poetry this year.”
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