Lesson Plans

Lesson Plans

A Poem by Amanda Reynolds

Lesson Plans

I sit, at night 

With a glass of wine, 

Pouring over 

one of my favorite poems…


I devour each line 

Of a Holy Sonnet until, 

Death is destroyed 

With a simple comma


I will put this in my 

Lesson plan, my PowerPoint, 

My slides.


Now; I travel to Ancient Greece 

And sail along the seas 

Of Mythology, and fly into the heavens                                                                                  Of infinite gods


My students minds 

Will be blown away, 

When they see, that we are all the same


Another sip of cold white wine 

And I am on a journey 

To a dystopian future, 

That I can teach my students to avoid


But now, I am in my classroom, 

Completely, 

Being ignored

 

A crumpled paper flies across the room, 

Cries for sharpened pencils, 

And cell phones 

Overtake my plans


Yet, ONE pair of eyes 

In the second row, 

Illuminates, in the crowd


So I go back home, 

Sip from my glass of knowledge and curiosity 

Travel through space and time 

And find something divine


And put it in my 

Lesson plan, my PowerPoint, 

My slides

© 2019 Amanda Reynolds


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Hello, Amanda! :)
This is lovely and brutal, with a bit of hope. Thank you for your efforts.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Loved the allusion to Donne. Later in the poem, we get a hint of what a daunting task teaching must be, But that one student who is moved makes it worth it. My hat is off to you.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amanda Reynolds

5 Years Ago

Thank you for your feedback. Also, great to see that you got my allusion;)

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