Running
Running late
Grabbing a coffee
And my keys
I head out the door
Without my lunch
Running copies
The machine jams
All my efforts to fix it
Are in vain
No math paper for
my kids today
Running my mouth
I reveal a secret
About a fellow teacher
My cheeks grow red
As she walks past our lunch table
Running errands
Prescriptions
The post office
Dropping off donations
Looks like fast food again tonight
I want time to sit
Enjoy the seasons
Read a book
But I find myself always running
Fellow teacher here, always running! I love how honest this poem is and I wonder how you could show more of what is happening rather than tell. If you plan to revise I would be interested in seeing where you go with this piece. Keep up the good work!
I really enjoyed this. Playful, relatable, and delightful. Yes, always running!
The repetition gives a nice structure to the poem, allowing the verses to flow naturally. Your scansion is lovely, and I enjoyed reading this out loud.