The big fuss Ms. Sultenhuss
Used to make about my English
Composition papers with red ink
And the word "unremarkable"
Scrolled across the top while she saw something
In the trying and effort despite
All other marked disadvantages
Considering the most conspicuous
Being the suspicious recoil
Of the class bully every time she turned
Her face to face the class the scamp Marc
Immediately to my left having left
A swollen "frog" tattoo mark on my left
Arm in the same swift of time that it takes
A Golden Toad to throw out its tongue and
Slurp a juicy, tasty June bug during
The evening hours of May - remarkably -
Who himself despite every cruel bone
And vile intention was not capable
Of writing a plain paragraph his
Paper already written long ago
At least for the hour or two of his
Newborn life passed around and adored
Pampered and pressed cuddled and kissed his
Maker proudly watching from the wings
Before it started going downhill from there
Back then I think all three of us were in
Need of the good marks that flowed from the
Nail and sword marks of the Savior.
- Gary Edward Geraci
- Author: Gary Edward Geraci ( Offline)
- Published: July 22nd, 2017 15:07
- Comment from author about the poem: I'm enjoying the freestyle, long sentence poem before it's time to go back to the traditions of some of my favorite poets. If you enjoyed this poem today please consider forgiving someone you've held a grudge against for a long time.
- Category: Forgiveness
- Views: 42
Comments3
Thanks for your read and comment Kindred Spirit. Yes, reverence to our Lord is an act of humility that I need to repeat every day to keep the enemy of pride at bay. Speaking of caps, I've edited a couple of times already so to as place caps at the start of each line but in doing so I've introduced some unintended spacing...
Fixed it.....
I remember all those red marks. They were paralyzingly. Forgiveness has come hard for me.
Thanks for the read and comment Augustus. I'm encouraged to keep on trying too...and then there are those new opportunities that keep on cropping up.
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