Always a Teacher

For a friend who is a wonderful teacher.

She stood tipped toes on turquoise glass

Asked angels for a backstage pass

The homely one he snatched her eye

And blinked away with no goodbye

She screamed and bled a wailing cry

Her life had been so neat

In two strong hands she came across

The voices there bemoaned her loss

Ethereal air turned cold stone

Placed in front on a gilded throne

A teacher faced a final loan

Confused she took her seat

Twas two by two wee ones queued in

One eyed children who never sinned

They would have sat for seven days

The truth sought from her tortured gaze

“Help them to navigate the maze”

“Your words will be their meat”

The booming voices knew her fear

“To teach them you must be a peer”

“In heaven there’s no need for eyes”

“You teach them only lullabies”

“And calm there adolescent cries”

Her heart it skipped a beat

Always a Teacher

Always a teacher

Author's Note

Teach them....

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

This one touches me lightly at the moment for I am missing my teacher muse who is taking a pause.I recently wrote about him~ Despondent~ . Excited to read another great writer, so glad you appeared when I was losing hope.

[Crowley]

Wow three in one day...I feel special!!! I like your style as well, and you have a good vibe. I like good vibe. Thanks for the awesome reviews!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I know a good one when I feel them:P There may be more today...no Im not a stalker...at present just a girl with a broken foot, time, and a love of poetry with good vibes!

[Crowley]

Ouch...sorry about the foot. Read as much as you like...I will still pretend you are a stalker just to boost my teeny tiny self esteem.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

BUT you are special dear poet or I would have stopped at one :)

[Crowley]

Heavy Sigh....its nice to be appreciated...lol. So El Paso Still? that is right up the street, been there many times. Well not right up the street but I live in Phoenix, so same brown, same heat, although crossing to Mexico hear is a bit more fun in Puerto Penasco since the Sea of Cortez is right there.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

No, no more El paso...it was just a bad dream...Ive moved further into the South... where the men are even more cocky and the women more chiseled( less delicate, I guess)

[Chris]

The last stanza was her "hell"...
AND
did you really mean "new"? Just sayin'...

[Crowley]

Yeah...Fabian pointed that out last night...going to go fix that damn thing now. Thanks!!!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Great stuff. I think every teacher must be a student first. I'm an observer myself, paying attention to detail and seeing things with all my senses rather than just my eyes. I appreciate your dedication to the noble profession here. First line of the last stanza, "knew" perhaps instead of "new"? I enjoyed.

[Crowley]

Ahhh s**t, thanks man!!!

[Richard🖌]

As a lifelong teacher,
This one hit home on several levels: personally, emotionally, philosophically, and poetically.
Iambic tetrameter was the perfect tempo for this quite amazingly rendered piece, and only in V3L1 and L4 was there a stumble in tempo.
Consider "Twas two by two wee ones queued in" and "Their truth sought from her tortured gaze" … or, some-such.
My first of yours, too, and I must say I've enjoyed myself quite nicely … thank you kindly!

Good stuff, Poet … not your first rodeo, eh? ⁓ Richard : )

B+ … LOL!

Footnote: This is not my first of yours, I reviewed "Tactile Resonance" a mere month ago … duhhh!

[Crowley]

Thanks for the read!!! I didn't know I put it in any form at all..but will make the changes so I look a little better. Ha!!! Thanks again!

[Richard🖌]

Eight counts in unstressedSTRESSED meter = iambic tetrameter, one of the smoothest meters in poetry.

[Richard🖌]

Quatrains in aabb rhymes is certainly a poetic form, too. : )

You're welcome, My friend.

[sette]

it speaks out about how noble a teacher is as a person and her profession. nicely written as always

[barleygirl]

This is a brilliantly original message about teaching. Since teachers are often revered, it’s a rare poem that can capture such respect & honor in a fresh way as you’ve done here. As a rhyme-aholic, I love your unexpected rhyming & snazzy rhythm. This shows so much imagination, sometimes I wonder how your mind works!?!?! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Crowley]

I'm never much good at rhyming, I pull one off every once in a while. Thanks for the read, and thats just it!!! My mind doesn't work!!!!

[barleygirl]

*big grin* ........

[Ken Simm.]

Speaking ,(with authority) as a retired teacher I was always going to enjoy this one.

[Crowley]

Thanks for the review, and thanks for being a teacher.