Mozart, then silence...

Mozart, then silence...

A Poem by J. Elsie

"Mozart's Classics" halts its spinning
and as my glue stick layers paper
to more paper
the room is rocked to sleep
by the tick tock of the wall clock.

Silence shrouds us, penetrated gently
by the heavy sigh of a dozing child and
by whistling whispers of the
inhales and exhales through some of
the tiniest of nasal canals.

Gazing upon the rising and falling of
small chests, smooth backs,
and perfectly rounded shoulders,
I marvel at the complexity of these
peaceful, oblivious beings.

The brand of our cots is
"Angel Rest"
and right now I'm pretty sure
of where that idea sprung from.

I do not teach for these quiet,
harmonious moments, but after a
morning filled with shrieks, running feet,
"No!"s, "Give that back!"s,
"Ms. Jennifer! She pushded me!"s,
death grip, strangling hugs,
and more germ-ridden kisses than
my immune system can keep up with;
I am thankful for an hour or two
during which I can stop what I'm doing,
look around at my little ones
in their rejuvinating slumber,
and only imagine what their
renewed energy will do to me
come mid-afternoon.

This is the life.


© 2008 J. Elsie



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Today is a tick tock day for both of us. Time is a theme you capture well, from the rocking room to the "hope of renewed energy... come mid-afternoon." Now that I'm getting the hang of your style, I have learned that you communicate the passage of time in many pieces very well... you have an unobtrusive gift for the marking of moments. Powerful talent.

"inhales.. exhales... nasal canals..." NICE.

This is true... and I love true. It's like a slice of your exhaustion laid to slumber on this page.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Posted 10 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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I felt like I was a fly on the wall in music class! Music was my favorite subject when I was in school and I remember giving the teacher more than she bargained for! You did such a great job of showing what really goes on from the teacher's point of view...I loved this, Jenn...what a great poem :)
"Angels Rest"...I chuckled at your thoughts on that, they are angels when they're sleeping ;)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I absolutely love this! I can't wait to get through school and be the teacher. :) The descriptions are wonderful. Children are wonderful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sounds like you know first hand the amount of energy a small child has. Loved this line,
"Gazing upon the rising and falling of small chests" And the Angel Rest reference is perfect.
Great poem/story. I really liked it! Keep them coming!

Posted 10 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

I had never been around children, at all, and at 22 and newly married I became a substitute teacher. First assignment last for five days in a kindergarten classroom. Oh, those are some memories. Lovely poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Today is a tick tock day for both of us. Time is a theme you capture well, from the rocking room to the "hope of renewed energy... come mid-afternoon." Now that I'm getting the hang of your style, I have learned that you communicate the passage of time in many pieces very well... you have an unobtrusive gift for the marking of moments. Powerful talent.

"inhales.. exhales... nasal canals..." NICE.

This is true... and I love true. It's like a slice of your exhaustion laid to slumber on this page.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Posted 10 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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