"Nolite te bastardes carborundorum" by Syd L. '19

April 13, 2019 by Guest Student Author

Syd is one of three student poets who read at this year's poetry festival. Because the spacing is so important to this poem, and so as to ensure readers of our blog who use screen readers can enjoy it, we are publishing two versions here - the first as screen shots to show the proper spacing, the second typed in by hand so it may be machine read. Enjoy!

 

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Let go.

I have given

an exhausted

softness.

You’d get it.

I can

try to

feel, as always,

a silent

success

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum. I don’t know what it means,

but

This is a belief of mine

I a m

one of us

a transitional generation

One day

I watched

something subversive

Wordless

A

swoon

from the

walk

of

metamorphosis

I

know the rules

a violation

was clear to me

I felt

naughty.

retain an appreciation for the old things.

I suppose it’s a form of entertainment,

Faith

Is safe

safe

is an us , a we.

hope is

too

I don’t

have

hope

This is a reconstruction.

I intend to get out of here.

escape,

I relish it,

Out of here

is risky,

I consider

Freezing to death

Be

an angel,

I hear

the ghost of

my

chance.

too late now

I

Go

I

let the bastards grind you down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written by Guest Student Author

Periodically students volunteer or are asked to write for the Stoneleigh-Burnham blog.

Filed Under: student voice, Poetry, National Poetry Month, Student work, Student Writing, Poetry Festival