A few months ago, while fighting boredom in a session of forced concentration, I wrote two poems. Now I think I will share them…
Poem #1: What is Stress?
What is stress?
an aching between the disks in my lower spine as I twist, sitting far too long in my desk chair
a throbbing at the temples
low battery power
a furrowed brow
a day in the life of melodramatic teenagers
not being sure how to spend your meager time
having a house full of guests and no ice
realizing that there is no toilet paper. . . or tissues
an attempt to express busy-ness as mere emotion
stepping in a puddle in canvas shoes
a deadline passed unnoticed
a kid in crisis
being in the middle
This is stress.
Poem #2: Math Wrath
Math is worse than torture
or plague; black death and hell.
Being stuck out in a scorcher . . .
inside a dried up well.
When walking near the math wing
my skin breaks out in hives
kids who love this math thing
should re-assess their lives.
My math teacher just hates me.
With endless rows of tasks
she taunts, provokes, and baits me
with each question she asks.