Recess

I sit in the corner

of the playground

watching all the big kids

play hopscotch

a brigade

of bouncing bunnies

bopping

into each other's squares

and avoiding

the marked one

that is mine;

it all smells

a little fishy

or maybe that is just

the tuna sandwich

set aside

stinking in its own

rejection

so, I write another

little word salad

to consume

for my own sustenance

while quietly hoping

that some other kid

will break from the game

and enter my space

to tease me with some words

and a pull on my pigtails

so I'll know 

I am secretly liked

before the last bell rings

and I return to the reality

of mundane classes

of mathematics.

Reviews

[D. Mansfield]

to tease me with some words
and a pull on my pigtails
so I'll know
I am secretly liked.

I always have been a lover of pulling on a pigtail or two, I like your writing, maybe i couldve learned some math from a beautiful poet like you.the way it stands now I dont know one from two.

[Renata]

Thank you, D. You’ve pulled on my pig tails today just by reading and leaving me with a thought, so you are appreciated.

[John F]

I don’t secretly like your word salads, I just like them. They are great sustenance for the soul. You always write with such clarity, it’s very impressive!

[Renata]

Thank you for the pull on the pigtails, John. i appreciate it.

[John F]

Haha! You're most welcome. Thank you for the poetry!