Wednesday, May 27, 2015

So Noted

So Noted

I was embarrassed
when classmates asked
to borrow my notes.
They were hard to
read and only meant
for use by me.
They were keys that
triggered what had been said.
I kept that in my head.

That system no longer
works for me.
My memory isn't as good
as it used to be and
I can never find the keys.

This poem was written in response to the prompt "learning" on Robert Lee Brewer's Poetic Asides blog. Robert provides a prompt every Wednesday.

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