Remembering A Poetry Teacher In High School

her powerful voice is thunder
arriving on time
in my quiet moment and
like a mushroom
i shed off all
my shadows to the cracking ground
rain
my spores lay ripe for
another seeding and
growth mushing
forth

she reads with all passion
the lines of Milton
and Shelly and lo!

blithe spirit in me flies
in the classroom

in my restlessness since then
i shall always remember her

she sowed the seeds of symmetry
metaphor enamored in semaphores

now i am sighing forever
looking for the right word to this unfinished poem
of my youth

old age comes
sans any thought of surrender

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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