The Big Bright Screen

March

Red, Yellow, Green, and Blue flashe on the bright screen.

Unknown people traveling far and wide.

They go places I could only dream.

Tic-toc tic-toc time is not by my side.

The big test is near.

April

White and black flood the page.

Lead snaps as frustrations appear.

I’m not ready to be on the stage.

Brush brush goes the pink fear.

The big test is over.

May 

Seconds away hope steals the show.

Rivers run beneath my brow.

The green paper will always be my woe.

For one more second I could look back now.

The big bright screen would be no more. 

Poets Note: In the poem, the poet is consumed with child-like distractions on the internet. The poet should be studying and focusing on the real world, but fantasy and curiosity distracts her. When the important “test” or task occurs, the poet is regretful for her actions of not focusing. When the negative results appear the poet only wishes to turn back time.