Recess Bell
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
Some are still asking: Is that all there is?
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Recess Bell
Where'd it go
That twice a day relief
Leaving behind blackboard's chalk-lines
To immerse in the blacktop chalk-lines
That place where hop scotch
Poison line
River ball
Target ball
Quickly made chalk nubs
Made innocent everyone's fun
Made sad classroom returns
That ringing in our ears
Announcing freedom time
Now but a morning and afternoon
Workplace coffee break
Signaled by silent bells
Company rules
Good for morale
Where'd it go
The real breaks of our youth
That escape from control-seeking minds
Racing across playgrounds
Making sweat that was real
Laughter that was infectious
Exhaustion no amount of
Head-time on the desk
Could relieve
Chalkboards out
Monitor screens in
Grownup hours made endless
Stress related focus
9 to 5 at the desk
7 to 10 at home-office sanctum
Homework
The evolved institution
Resulting in maybe...
Possibly getting...
A gold pen?
A gold watch?
A golden parachute?
Maybe?
Recognition
Reward
Life's profit margin
Remaining ever questionable
a wonderful way to wrap words around life's
active stages (in hands of others), used
the bell to symbolize the longing for toll
to free us from the ad hoc malady and for
a short moment be....just... "me", "us".
Early in life, when the bell toll we dashed out
onto the playground, began chanting (nothing to stop it),
later arrived at adulthood much with the same
discomfort (less options) only to realize "the working life
is a waste of time!", with hope now...to get some
wake up! bell sound, get out of this.........,
quit working (start to be "me", "us", again) before
heart will......last bell....not to be enjoyed!!!!!!
My second thought is that children need unsupervised play with other children in order to develop strong social behavior traits. Parents today are so afraid that they smother their children with protection from social interaction with peers that is very good for them.
Your question is, are we living, or are we living well? I prefer the latter.
Ron
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