Summertime is an interesting time for teachers and admin.  It is true that we have more time off than before, but it is not true that we stop working.  There are conferences, and trainings, and meetings, and interviews, and room changes, and schedule changes, and the so on.  Most of us take at least a week or two to reenergize, [read: sleep past noon], but it doesn’t always work that way.  Or the time is not concurrent.

There are a lot of changes that have occurred for me over the summer.  Some great and some heartbreaking. But that I suppose is the way it goes.  I have fallen out of rhythm. so, today I offer some of my old poetry.  And hope to be back on “form” in the coming weeks.

This is one I wrote when I was a high school student – so many moons ago.

Rosemary for Ophelia

Your body’s draped in flowers.
Neither had the chance to bloom.
You obeyed your father’s wishes,
Obedience that sealed your doom.
I wonder how you really felt,
Did he make you tremble?
Were you only trying to impress
When you used to jig and amble?
I know that I shall never see
The truth behind your eyes
I was not there to watch over you
I never heard your cries.
I sleep to see your body,
Floating down the stream.
No matter how I fight,
I cannot change this dream.
Your face is now my own.
Your heart beats inside of me.
Your thoughts flash through my mind.
This feeling won’t let me be.

Did you see them running,
Before you sank beneath the water,
And closed your eyes forever?
Even though your bodies cold,
Do you hear the words he speaks?
Can you feel his arms around you?
Does your soul feel weak?
Or will you never know,
These words he did solemnly sound?
Are you only dust,
That has enriched the cold, cold ground?
I hope that your soul
Has finally found its rest.
So I can say to you,
Goodnight, my sweet princess.