Flickering Florescent, by sharonrenee Subscribe to rss feed for sharonrenee

The early morning
Yawns fill the classroom.
As does the drone of the teacher’s voice.
I see a light in the corner.
It is flickering.
Three rows of florescent light fixtures.
And that last one, in the last row.
It flickers.
Almost like a strobe light.
But… dimmer.
Or maybe it just appears dimmer.
If we were to turn all of the lights out maybe.
It might.
But, then again, why don’t we turn it off. 
Because we can’t.
Because we are only students,
Stuck in summer school for another week.
All we can do is count down the minutes left,  
And ponder the working of a flickering light. 
Posted: 2006-08-18 02:15:42 UTC

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2006-08-19 19:12:34Lovesick and Sick of It
haha... I'm worried if this is what I'll be reduced to in school. Writing poems about lights or things equally unimportant. I still like this poem though. It appeals to my strange sense of humor.

2007-01-05 11:35:50-fruit-loop-
.,.,.,get it a new starter motor :) complain at the janitor... or stand on a chair.,.,and twist the lil starter fuse..thingy...thing

2007-11-12 01:51:06User
I have definitely felt this way before..so I can totally relate but I guess most teens or students can as well. Makes me think back of my days in high school! Good poem!

2008-04-02 01:25:57I'm Not Romantic, Romeo...
I like this poem. It is close enough to perfection. It has nice flow. Only it lacks of details, and tension. If you add them to it I'm sure it will be perfectly perfect. (You said you want constructive comments to prevent egoistic poet, so here's one.)