NO Cell phones in
English Class
No electronics,
No translators, in fact,
No technology,
Today I taught them
Flash Fiction in a jiff
Then for the millionth time
On to the subtilties of
Hyperbole like folding
A road map they never
Get it right, students listening
Like rising action in the dramatic
Arc leading to my pedagogical
climax to the lesson of the day,
their personal,
pathetic, pathos
Like alliteration as a literary device
used
To achieve a lasting impression
though by now
sarcastic tone, or pedantic,
As they text to oblivion
Below my line of sight,
Active fingers,
A parody of the attentive student
A metaphor of success in the
Global village, sensing a theme,
Or a topic for a potential editorial
I narrate my own plot
line
I brace myself for a question
Perhaps potential conflict between
protagonist and antagonist
From the back row, knowing there
is fact in my
fictional world and knowing
poetry is more
expressing than prose
identifying the character in my own
drama,
the student asks,
“Can |I have my cell phone back
At the end of the class?”
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