An Ode To Chalk

(cont.) [i meant i still liked....your poem] once i stopped at a psychic fair and looked around, deciding to have a 'psychic'-artist draw a pastel(s) /colored chalk 'montage' of portraits of me as i appeared to the psychic's mind? in my past lives. some were male, some female, some old, & some young me's. i don't believe OR disbelieve in psychics, but i did enjoy the experience and the resulting art; but, alas, i disposed of it years ago. bri ;)

ya know, i THOUGHT the title sounded like one i'd read. see comment from Dec.2017 (or not): i think i meant to type I'll take a bamboo shoot! i still like it! (cont.)

Chalk is ephemeral, yet it builds a landscape. From the time when diatoms grew exoskeletons, chalk was deposited on the sea bottom, to become the cliffs of Dover. Now it is deposited on paper.

I agree with Bri. I love poems that take something so seemingly ordinary as chalk and then turn them into the spectacular or that use them to widen a worldly perspective. Thanks for sharing.

I enjoyed poem. I like poems telling of mundane things, but showing thought and creativity. The chalk lives on, but in a powdered form. I'll take a bamboo stalk, please. I mean bamboo stick. ToMyPoemList. Bri :)

Chalk, chemically Cacium Carbonate, has been playing a very important role in the field of education since long. As a teacher you know what a rainbow is made on the black board by using these colorful writer. As a poet you have written a nice poem on chalk. Thanks for sharing such a lovely poem.

O chalk, chalk, chalk Screeching across the blackboard As I write Basically I prefer white Calcium carbonate Other colours I hate Except may be yellow You need a colour that's bright Shining out against the black (board) like light. Bon voyage, it said To our math teacher Headed for Kenya For better prospects He was so precise when he used the chalk He almost made it talk That's how we came to love math. My English teacher used chalk To display her calligraphic art She taught poetry straight from the heart. I can't remember anything more about chalk Except that when they were reduced to inch sized pieces We used to throw them at each other, But it was not as much fun as fighting battles With paper bullets whizzing from rubber bands.

And you did it dear poet, Excellent piece, last time I had taken it to be a part of your letter. Loved you approach, the way you look at things. Quoting yours... O dear chalk all of them, you immortalise glory to you O chalk they live on and you only a short life. Tanks Raviji... 10++ for it.Subhas

Brittle or easily powdered chalk comes in all colors. Students like this more. White writes and proves life. Brilliant perception is shared and this is nice tribute to poets Pablo Neruda and Subash Chandra Chakra. You are clever enough....10

I posted my comment as a poem at https: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-chalk/ and gave you credit for inspiration.