Thoughts During an Extremely Boring Chemistry Class

There’s this one poem I wrote last year: I wrote it during a chemistry class. Don’t blame me, inspiration can be found anywhere, especially when you’re on the verge of falling asleep during an extremely boring chemistry class.

Since the class topic was putting me to sleep, I began thinking of that year’s summer I spent in Switzerland and it came to me in the form of poetry.

However, this poem is not written the way most poems are, or by following a specific poem structure. I’ve written it like an account of a few days in the country of Switzerland: what I saw, what I thought, which incidences I remembered and why.

And I happened to have found a picture from which I can directly associate this poem.

Here goes:

Sitting in a classroom,

Doing as I’m told,

My mind drifts off to,

The day I walked the bricked streets,

Of Zürich.

The day saw no sun,

Clouds hung low above in the sky.

I walked out of a store,

And I walked the length of the bridge.

That was a day,

When the green of my nails,

Matched the green of the nearest church.

It felt good,

In a funny way.

The green was bright,

The world felt right.

But as all things should,

The feeling was momentary.

We left Zurich,

And went to Bern.

Or was it the other way round?

Oh, I don’t remember.

The itinerary was important then,

Now only memories remain.

In Bern we met an old man,

Or maybe he wasn’t that old,

But a man old enough to,

Contemplate upon the future,

Of a country that wasn’t his own.

This fact stands out in my memory,

Pacifies me when I hate my kind.

My kind,

So selfish and so blind.

Bred in greed,

So fine.

Ingrained in each mind.

Regardless, I’d been in Bern before.

But memory has no mercy,

I inevitable forgot.

The Bern sky was blue,

The city was busy.

The Bärenpark housed bears,

Who do not look up at the curious visitors.

The Rosengarten was still there,

And I remembered the tale of the forgotten balloon.

A blessing from my forgotten memory.

If there’s one thing I can hope for,

It’s to never forgot the incredible view of,

The majestic mountains of the Swiss Alps,

Or the French.

It doesn’t matter,

For nature knows no boundaries.

Petty things, a creation of our kind.

Obsessing about possessions and,

Possessing some obsessions.

Oh, I tend to get carried away.

Our kind,

A cause for frequent rants within me.

For nature knows no boundaries,

The mountains are all majestic,

Showing off their snowy peaks,

In the blinding light of the,

Star that shines above us all.

Oh, look!

I’m in the class no more.

The bell which controls our lives,

Sounds loud and clear.

That’s my cue.

And, the one reason I really like this piece of work by me (not to brag) is that I get to relive all those moments again and in the very form I experienced them in the first go.

This post is for the Week 3 task of the Student Blogging Challenge by Edublogs, done for Week 4 (free choice task).