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It's time once again for Pensieve's Poetic License, brought to us by the always fabulous Robin. We are free to choose a poetic form this month, which leaves those of us who studied literature for four years in order to earn a little piece of paper shaking our heads in bewilderment. Too many choices! Too many!
And so, since last month I was still recovering from my gall bladder surgery and didn't participate, this month I will attempt that oh-so-sublime and newly-created poetic form, the Pensieve. Our theme is Back to School, a subject with which I am all too painfully familiar as around here, home IS school.
Homeschool's InNew textbooks lined up in a row, like students waiting for the bus
The acrid scent of freshly sharpened pencils
The smoothness of clean sheets of paper between my fingers
The taste of coffee while I watch them work
And the whining voices, "Summer's over already?"