If I am going to encourage and insist that my students write, it is only fair that I do as well. I like shorter verse quite often: haiku, tanka, senryu, kwansaba. Here are a few I have written (mainly during lunch duty) in the past week or two.
where they hear music
all i can perceive is noise--
the saddest fact is
i just cannot reach them all--
but i have to try
greeting his friends while
moving from table to table--
lunchtime is busy
outside the classroom
flying free from branch to branch
the joyful bird sings
The end of the school year comes,
at times seeming glacial in its pace.
Other times it flashes forward. It seems
as though I am living my life
as part of a cosmic traffic jam.
Moving in fits and starts, but aching
to find open road and cruise away.