Monday, January 13, 2014

Open letter to the new semester.

My dear the new semester,

I already feel exhausted from your links and uploads, your too-soon e-mails, your flurry of meetings. And the prospects of an easing of this seem dim. Is it Monday? of the first week? It feels later, and more frantic. Or maybe that's what Monday of the first week is. All canceled lunch dates and extra appointments, all seizing up because of the forgotten assignments to be posted. All unmade calendars.

Well, I could whine some more, the new semester, I could. But it's probably best to just get on with it.

I'm going to see how much loveliness I can find my way to in the midst of you. And who knows? You might like that too.

Let's write some tanka,

htms

4 comments:

Ann said...

Winter Semester,
My friend Lisa has asked you
To be kind to her.
Do not streak her face with tears.
Make her heart sing instead.

Nik said...

Yep. Yep. Yep. Yep. Yep. Yep. I too will stop whining because it can't be that bad, unless they add one more meeting.

Nik said...

Ann,
Perfect poem. Lisa deserves her heart to sing!

Lisa B. said...

Ann! you took my tanka request seriously! you are adorable in the etymological sense of the word.

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