I saw a chalk board today and something that was written on it the last time I saw it was still there. It bothered me...


Reflections on a Chalkboard (Slowly filled from black to white)

Blank you were when we first met
Slowly filled from Black to White
Though erased the white stays yet
Dark still covered by the light
Then the sponge; you were wet
Clean slate, from day back into night

Not long it will stay black I'll bet
Add to the change I even might
The teacher teaching we must let
So the teacher starts to write
Words trapped as if they're in a net
Slowly filled from Black to White



Poetry by TubaGiant
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Written on 2008-08-22 at 22:44

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WildGoose
mmm, i like this...something about the expression and imagery makes it seem rather like an extended metaphor, though i don't think it was intended to be (?)
2008-08-22