Drink

I wrote some pretty bad poetry in high school. I'm an English teacher. I know it's bad. But yeah, I'm gonna share it here anyway.

I find it cathartic to realize that the stuff I'm studying in my Masters class is leaps and bounds above what I can do. While I can analyze the stuff, I just can't seem to craft it the way these folks can. I will be sharing my own here and other poems that I have been studying. I'd like to get a dialogue about that going as well.

Here's my first one I found on one of those old floppy disks. A No-Prize goes out to the best insult on it.

Drink

The desert crackles and sands fly
Apparently against the cacti.
Then thunder booms and lightning shatters
The rains pour down and to none it matters.
The cacti drink deeply as if in pain
Because the rain again will soon wane.
And be gone til yet again.

The boy looms about the room
Stalking the girl he is to swoon.
Then come the words that shake the night
As the thunder in the light.
The boy holds on dearly to her
Until she goes and his heart breaks.
And be gone til yet again.