Absence
Perfect attendance,
overblown.
I’d rather stay sane.
Absence
No…we did NOTHing.
Our class stopped
because you were gone.
And in a different vein…
Absence
Yours. Noticeable.
Yawning gap
in the day’s wide mouth.
Absence
The heart’s not fonder
due to this;
just tender and dumb.
This post is a blend of the A to Z Blog Challenge and NaPoWriMo. To read other A to Z bloggers, click here. Today’s prompt was to write a poem in the form of a lune.
Pushing the Bruise 
I felt such an absence reading this. Seriously, beautiful writing. I wish I knew more about poetry, but I know what I love–this.
Aww. Thank you! I love knowing that my poems connect on the emotional level. It’s my chief quest. I had fun playing with both the form and the concept.
Love these poems. So much. Somehow the first two reminded me of an employer who gave me a large bonus for never being absent, and later fired me for taking time off to care for my dying mother. I’d rather stay sane, too. Please keep them coming.
OMG! Bipolar boss much? Sheesh. Sanity rules! Thank for your kind words.
Oh, Debbie, how fortunate you no longer work for that boss. I agree; I can’t wait for more of Ros’s poems!
As a teacher, the beginning of your poem brought a wry smile. As a parent, I’m so relieved that as a senior, Bridge is finally releasing his grip on his “perfect” attendance, and relaxing more. As one who has loved and been loved, the end of the poem made my heart ache.
I always thought getting a little certificate paled in comparison to feeling rested, rejuvenated, or sane. And I HATE it when folks come to school sick! Gah!
Btw, these are 4 short, separate poems. I should have clarified that somehow.