I am a dusty fossil, dry and old
My lectures include no bright, flashing slides
When the words of the text are ductile gold
Behind shiny distractions, their truth hides
Mere existence, itself, is triggering
Life comes with no tidy content warning
We indulge too much fraught malingering
Anxiety is our only feeling
The pursuit of knowledge, we find boring
A perfect GPA is our real goal
Standardized testing makes remembering
Of cognition, the rote, robotic whole
I am a dinosaur, out of fashion
For education, I’ve lost my passion
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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No Plus One
It's nearly one AM and I just got back from my third wedding of the four in this last month alone, and I have always been alone. I hide behind my camera to pretend to be useful, hide behind a safety net of skill set. So I do not have to confront the loneliness that is sleeping alone when everyone else seems to have a partner to crawl into bed with. I love the time spent with those who decided I was worth the 30-plus dollars per plate they decided to spend on me, and I do not need to have a partner on these occasions, but it would be nice to have someone notice, me. See when I am in the corner because they know I need time to recharge and to kiss me on the head until the time has come to leave. Maybe that's the problem about being a professional storyteller, I dream of something that isn't meant for me.
By Rilee Arey4 days ago in Confessions
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We need to teach our kids how to learn and how to find things when they need something. At the same time, survival skills and creativity should be prioritized. Spending more time in nature as observers, not as destroyers..
"Mere existence, itself, is triggering Life comes with no tidy content warning" Gosh this hit me so sad because it was extremely relatable. Loved your poem!
What the heck does ductile even mean...googling...rereading...I am still advocating for a new way of learning...we have changed the landscape...change the old ways. Freedom from boredom and debt. Poetry of food for thought. Kudos.
They find it hard to exert themselves, to delve deep, to research.. it is easier to read snippets and boom, know it all. Great piece!! Dinosaur sonnet for the challenge?😍
Why learn about stuff when you can find it online if needed? Sad.
so true.
Saddened for the speaker and saddened for the lost, maybe misdirected, students. This relic dinosaur is still very valuable! I really liked, When the words of the text are ductile gold.
I read this poem like I felt that dinosaurs are looking for a purpose in life with the flow of life in college. I don't know if it's true or not. I like your poem.
I hear you. I love to learn. I used to love to teach too but it lost its lustre. Sounds like it's just another box to tick for them rather than a love for what they can acquire to extend themselves. And we live to be entertained and this needs to be transferred to education too. Crap, innit?
So delightful! Loved your sonnet, it made me smile!😊