Education

Education

A Poem by Mark

They take our visions                
and strap them into a line
to face the squad.

you must be on time,
where they box your soul
in concrete and glass.


Be a good little one,
follow these orders
and you can run at the bell.

Whatever your dreams
they will jar them for you and,
pickled, you can look at them,

and shake the glass, if you're good.

© 2014 Mark


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Having been a teacher before illness stopped me, I might resemble some of your remarks. [smiling] Valentine

Posted 8 Years Ago


Mark

8 Years Ago

I've had great teachers and bad teachers. I wasn't writing about individuals though, but the system .. read more
truth! often, a "good" education can be the great destroyer of deep learning and creativity! Reminds me of the old Paul Simon song"when I look back on all the crap I learned in high school, it's a wonder I can think at all!" Excellent write! As a former teacher, let me be the first to admit I have squelched my share of souls and I truly regret that. Your words are powerful and hit the mark!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Like the concept but not the title...but good write and read...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

9 Years Ago

but.... the concept IS the title. LOL
awesome read...specially the last part of it is amazing.
Whatever your dreams
they will jar them for you and,
pickled, you can look at them,

and shake the glass, if you're good.

Posted 10 Years Ago


love it great work Mark. Liked your spin on it :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Your thoughts are expressed in an excellent way. Just curious, did you have a bad experience during your childhood?

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Not at all. I was a quiet child (mostly) but it was as idyllic an experience as can be.
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10 Years Ago

Education is good for some but not all. I am thankful for educated doctors but it doesn't take much .. read more
When education is slow closely tied to the limitation, and it is the limitation of funding , the results are as limiting as you so finely express with this metaphoric write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


wow. it speaks of jail...of incarceration...of execution. Well penned.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wow thought provoking and well put. amazimg

Posted 10 Years Ago


Ah my boy has grown up!! You make mama so proud. :) I loved this one, so good to see you writing again -- unless I have gone MIA from you or whatever... I am sorry, mama is here!! -- I loved this one. Perfection.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Mama is here? Hahaha you give me smiles and smiles young lady! Thanks for stopping by.
s y e

10 Years Ago

Yep, she is right here. Always in your heart. :)

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