Sunday, December 30, 2007

Poetry - Avis Choreographs Docility

This is a poem I wrote for a friend about our views on education.

Avis Choreographs Docility

Chattering chicks waddle to their pens–
Tattered by their creased city
Telling them of careless cares,
Tattered by the other chicks with
Their innate sense to pilot at will,
Tattered by their feathered cages,
Tattered by their pupils who see
Covers of books but not their pages– 8

…Happy-go-lucky nonetheless
Chicken-scratch… essays at first chance
Hatch… rhythms called success
Wobble then waltz… a tottering dance…
Avis–part swan: cakewalk on a lake
Of cerulean echoes and crimson bark:
Poised as a palm, supple as a brook
Whose stream curves out a question-mark; 16

A lyrical query, she muses over
Every step of every beat:
An epistemic salsa of how
To spin ideas at the webs of their feet;
Part owl: adorned tassels keep
Philosophy drawn to her mind’s eye;
Before dusk, she hunts those that prey
On her flock: pedantries lurk nearby… 24

Uncultured cultural quacks; Oh no,
She dares not call a forest a tree,
Just to swoop unseen but blind
Down to the ground and pick up debris–
No! ...she relents only to her heart
To perceive those musical utensils–
The sound, the sound of education:
Errors, and scribbles, and weathered out pencils; 32

And verb, six, seven, eight
Viva, baile, cante, swoon!
‘I see Cygnus in the sky’,
Scribe the dapper, dapper hip-hop saloon;
Tethers now cut; and so ashes now fly
Their pulse as high as the moon–
Magenta spews from the freshest dragon’s mouth;
A c o n s t e l l a t i o n revives the gentle south. 40

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