3:31 06-26

3:31 06-26

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

The last yard end of a sentence 
was always pure bedlam,
the hell’s bells riot 
crush of summer’s arrival
sweeping aside whatever bits 
of chalk still wished to scrape 
the soles of our liberated slates.
The only thought we’d had 
all day was how slow a clock 
could grind against the gate 
before the great break-
out of shorts, worms & all
day bat arounds. 

By half-past three the surge 
had tipped the senses, 
congealed into a kinetic static 
only Nagasaki could comprehend. 
A million billion zillion atoms 
suddenly unleashed 
split from boredom 
for two months parole --
the last yard end of a sentence 
indefinitely suspended.  

Ken e Bujold 

© 2022 Ken e Bujold


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Not Hiroshima? I mean it was the first after all and whoa what an explosive analogy. There are some absolutely wonderful images in this Kodak flash-snap moment from both perceptions from teacher to student, before that bell of summer has rung. Just Wow, to put so eloquently as if dismissed, the dropping of an atomic bomb into a kettle of a schoolday and stir! Oh why not it is quite fitting after all, and there should be flames and fire in the recipe of poetry..." all day bat arounds"? I love that line! Well done ken as always. Thanks!

Posted 1 Month Ago




Been there done that and wore the umpteenth T shirt out & all before 4 hit :)

Posted 2 Months Ago


This poem makes one think about the old day's of school in and school out. Nicely penned!

Posted 2 Months Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Months Ago

thanks for review Cyprian. was feeling nostalgic
Obviously you were not a school teacher. The great break-out turns into a second job to pay the bills of summer. But, from another viewpoint, you have said it wonderfully.

Winston

Posted 2 Months Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Months Ago

no such worry here. teachers are extremely well paid and unionized
We couldn't wait for the summer to begin, and the school year to end.... I remember it well; the last week of school kids were unfocused and jittery in expectation of freedom and the warm weather...."crush of summer's arrival".....time seemed to pass so slowly before all hell broke loose...fun at last!!!
Best, B

Posted 2 Months Ago


Those were the days when summer meant no worries, no responsibilities, just fun and sun but now...it is work and if you are lucky, you can take 5 days off during the year. I was one of those who couldn't wait for school to be over, but once it was completely over...I wanted to back. Nice one Ken

Posted 2 Months Ago


I fondly recall the last day of the school year before the summer break. Your vivid imagery conveys well the aura of excitement and anticipation of that great day. Of course, the dwindling days of August engendered the opposite feelings of apprehension and dread. I wonder if we would grow weary of an eternal June.

Posted 2 Months Ago



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