Impeccable Craft

I once had a teacher
Who perceived with panache
The shadows of our faintest emotion,
A hungry mind, a heart’s ash

A falling tone would rouse him
A downcast, silent lid
Could make him instruct our thoughts
Til all on their own the anxieties begin to cede

I will always remember how he’d found
The knot hidden in the dungeon of my head
Then unbeknownst to himself started unravelling it
Pulling re-pulling the threads back into the sun’s parade

13 comments

  1. Teachers are amazing people, aren’t they? 🙂 A beautiful ode to one.

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    1. Yes, they are some of the most special people. 🙂 Thank you.

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  2. Really beautiful.

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  3. A splendid ode, Vera, a genuine Thank You to a person who made a difference.
    The closing line is to die for.

    Lots of love

    john

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    1. Thank you, John, teachers, like yourself, are precious creatures. Although I did not have the privilege of studying under your tutelage, reading your poetry is the next best instruction.

      Lots of love
      vera

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  4. I so love the richness of introspection. Beautifully crafted Vera!!

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      1. My pleasure!

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  5. ❤️❤️❤️! Cheers to Your Beautiful teacher….and for Your willingness/courage to come undone. A blessing for all of us. 🤗

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    1. Yes, he was special. And thank you, Katy, you are too generous.

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      1. I’m really not. You are just sooooo very gifted, Vera. 💖

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