The Waning of the Year

Another year winds down...

The waning of the year with its

Deciduous roadside fireworks

Reds, yellows, and oranges swallow

The last gasp of warmth until Spring.

The waning of the year with its

Denizens bundled up in layers

Or layered in bundles packed on

to survive a seasonal slumbering.

The waning of the year with its

Projects and tests that mark not an end -

merely a mid-term. Hours of study

To ensure that Autumn is no Fall.

The waning of the year with its

Tossing of leather and clashing of flesh

Collisions of will bearing moments of glory

And weekends spent hoarse in its thrall.

The waning of the year with its

Festive gathering. Delights on the table

and on the faces of elders whose progeny

have returned cheerfully without tether.

The waning of the year awash with

Thankful hearts and generous spirit,

Dreams of another as prosperous as this

And the good fortune to share it together.

© Jeff Wilson, 2011

Clocks

In response to a 12th grader's request for free verse...

The clock jerks forward, second by second
A consistent circle of certainty spinning
and going nowhere and forward at once
Pushing me, unwilling, toward a finish line
- I cannot last and must inch, second by second,
toward that line of flowing gowns and
squared caps that marks the end
and beginning
A consistent circle of uncertainty spinning
and going nowhere and forward at once
Pushing me, willing, into inner space
- I cannot last and must inch, second by second,
away from playing in dress up gowns and
ball caps that mark a simpler time
both eschewed and desired

Wilson, 2011

Destiny Unread

A peripheral poem based on a short story I'm working on.

Fate laid out before me like some map of destiny
Pages of which roads to take detailed with clarity
A chance to know my future, to know what lies ahead
To live a life advantaged, all of my problems shed

To do so means to give up all manner of free will
And take my cues from unseen hands, paper, and a quill
My hands reach out for the tome, I hear my inner voice
Better make a good one, this may be my last choice

© Jeff Wilson, 2011

End of Year 2011

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one last wuzzle and a poem of parting to the class of 2017

About this time, every year,
when the summer starts to sing,
I reflect upon the year that was
and write a wee something.

I sort the mem’ries of our past
and take time to look ahead;
I offer a tidbit of advice
and put the year to bed.

This year’s a little diff’rent,
it’s my last at ol’ U School.
While you’re swimming this July
I’ll dive in a new job pool.

Before I trade my winter coat
for flip flops and a tan,
I’ll leave you with some musings.
Heed them if you can.

This year has been a pleasure.
You’re a class full of potential.
The kindness you show schoolmates
going forward is essential.

Respecting one another
is expectation number one.
Just attend the simple slogan,
“Don’t start none, won’t be none.”

We trust that you’ll be true
to the traditions we hold dear,
and uphold the tenet of honesty
in each successive year.

And truly, in all fairness,
you’ve shown you have desire.
Now you have but only to
keep raising the bar higher.

Stay focused on your goals,
Give yourselves ev-er-y chance,
Take advantage of the promise
your school pledges to advance.

Understand the awesome scope
of your parents’ sacrifice.
Education of this quality
is not without a price

And it isn’t just the money...
It’s the toil and the sweat.
Theirs – apparent now.
Yours – is coming yet.

Summer vacation starts today,
time to refresh, relax, and rest;
and, revel in the knowledge
that you’ve aced the 6th grade test.

Now 7th grade awaits you
with its challenges anew.
Organize, prioritize…
There’s nothing you can’t do.

We’ve had some comic moments.
We’ve laughed a lot…and learned.
I’m proud of your accomplishments
and everything you’ve earned.

I’ll miss you, every one of you;
Part of my last, best class.
You’re a walking Packer metaphor -
when it's crunch time: You Pass!

You’re done with 6th grade Literature
And from what I’ve seen, you’re Winning!
Our time together is at an end
But your future’s just beginning.

Practice your grammar: “may” not “can”.
Remember to quench your thirst.
In real time you’re my last class;
But in my heart, you’re first.

“Mr. Wilson - you’ve just
completed your USM career.
What’re you gonna do now?”
“I’m goin’ to DisneyWorld!”
No. Really. I am going to DisneyWorld. Like...soon.
(missin’ you already)

© Mr. Wilson, 2011