Amber- It all boils down to MLP for you, doesn't it? XD
"Let's discuss theme." Today Mrs. Paley's wearing a purple sweater. I swear she has that one sweater in every color under the sun.
"It's natural to assume that a theme is the subject of the poem. But that's not right; the theme of the poem lies in the meaning of the story it tells. In other words, it's the feelings, the emotional setting of what it's about. All clear?"
"You can all call out some themes, don't be shy!"
"Friendship!" (This, of course, is Beezus.)
"My awesomeness." We all glare at Jonas, and Mrs. Paley chuckles.
"First, let's discuss how to choose a theme. Then we will learn how to incorporate it and which words fit which themes."
I take out my notebook and reach for a sparkly purple pen. I love the way Mrs. Paley gives us all the supplies we need. It makes me feel like I'm back in preschool- safe, secure, taken care of.
"Jonas, we'll use your example. 'My awesomeness.' If you're writing the poem just for fun, or humor, that's a great theme. But as a meaningul poem, it wouldn't be very interesting for others to read. Can you think of a reason why?"
The rest of the class breezes away. Good things pass too quickly. But a respite from the pain, no matter how brief, is bliss. So I should stop ruminating about the past. Dom clears his throat.
"I want to read my poem... It's an acrostic."
Mrs. Paley nods encouragingly. "Go ahead."
"Don't judge me
Even when I rain on your parade
Please hear me out
Right now I'm in pain
Every day's a struggle
Seems too hard to do anything
So sorry if I seem cold
I'm just fighting with my mind
Only thing I ever wanted was joy, but it's
Never to be had."
I clap. That's amazing! Wow.
"Nice job, Dom," I say, wishing it would be true for me too.
Beezus reads a poem which belies her smiley demeanor. Who knew?
As I walk out of class, I have a revelation.
Math test. Math test I didn't study for. Math test I didn't study for happening in 5-4-3-2-1.
I walk into class and let my head fall facefirst onto desk, as if fall the knowledge written on it could be transferred to my brain.
I don't think it will work.
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Home is behind, the world ahead, and there are many paths to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight.