Posted in Musings, Poetry

Teachers Choice —Anthony Gorman

i sponge words and
slurs off others,

we train our teachers, 
we’re the students,

cause we’re all 
students,

as much as we’re
teachers.

some lessons were printed/
absorbed darker
than others,

and some instructors/
trash compactors heed
their dreams with
more loyalty
than others.

and some just aren’t well
fit for their stations
despite what the
jobs offer,

++++

forward motion
is the goal,

steps small and
slow, reclaim
control,

of progress, not
achievement,

++++

attained with brow’s dirty
sweat paired with
humble intent.

Independent Learner Man

In another life, and in my dreams, I always wanted to be the advocate for educating the whole child. Soul, heart, and mind. Not my flesh and heartbeat child, but the abandoned children who wanted to be seen. Who only asked that others respect him or her and be allowed to fly. To think their own thoughts. To experiment and explore the wide expanse of knowledge.

I never became that teacher. Life turned on me and laughed at how easily it can forbid the dreamers from changing the world. I had hopes to open an independent school. To be an education pioneer of sorts.

Sadly, I will never be that star teacher nor start a revolution to make children happy to be alive. The lost dream dies with me. And as I watch the children shrivel and suffer under our system, I make a wish on a star. It feels too late for me. Perhaps another?

Thanks Anthony for bringing this topic into a poem. My memory of what I hoped to accomplish in my life was jarred. Do read more Anthony Gorman. He has lots to say.

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Have you ever?

When you face challenges, you naturally search for answers.

Have you, like me, ever fallen under a woven world’s wordspell? Some of Anthony’s poems on Hands in the Garden appear sensible and others completely obscure. For most of Sink to Surface, you enter another dimension. And even then you may never comprehend the road map.

Anthony Gorman’s first book may be the last place you think to look when in need. But perhaps it should be the first. And not necessarily to find answers, to solve problems. Rather to take a reprieve from life itself. Wander in wonderlands and eat chocolate and dream visions of peace.

©️Jeanne

Anthony’s work is never the ordinary. Do not expect truths to be spelled out in black and white. Expect to sift through technicolor visions and wade in waist deep, until you are ready to drown.

Sink to Surface: Poems by Anthony Gorman to purchase in US.

Sink to Surface: Poems by Anthony Gorman I believe the Canadian link.

“My portion of proceeds will be going directly to an ethically sound and creative cause called The Art for Aid Project, which aims to bring art supplies to indigenous communities to assist in the process of internal healing. To find out more about their mission, click below.

https://www.artforaid.ca/

Thank you for your time and support and thanks for sharing in the journey

Love and Blessings to you.

GG”

Visit Hands in the Garden blog for more poems by Anthony Gorman.