The coleus from my classroom curls in circles around itself
calling my attention, begging me to set it free.
Hooks held its arms to framed words on the board,
as overhead it snaked its way along—
greening the chrome substructure of
suspended fluorescent lights.
A sign in my classroom says,
“Practice Fluency, Read to Plants.”
Feed them carbon dioxide,
while increasing your rate,
Situated near a silent angel
at home the coleus mourns
Voices from a Medieval Village
until it notices three fish,
leering at it from the porthole window.
It remembers loud mocking laughter
when Trevor pulled off its leaves,
tucked them behind his ears, and
danced them to death.
On its shelf this Wednesday, as I untwirl
its tendrils, the coleus sighs
relieved for attention.
Dear coleus, I vow to read aloud
one poem each day I wake here this summer,
until you return to the clamor of the classroom
Tendrils at a vine’s end cling to my finger
touching gratitude at release.
I sit, open a classic, and
begin the summer with
The Three Fish,
a Barks’ translation of Rumi.
Shout out to Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides for Wednesday prompt 092. Visit the link to see more responses to the prompt, which is:
For today's prompt, write a poem that incorporates three things you can see from your computer. Use those three things however you wish. Maybe there's a picture, a window and a desk lamp. Maybe a pen, a paper and a cell phone. Pick the items, then write a poem. (If you want, for fun, you can include what the three things you used are either before or after the poem.)