We gathered together,
grad students celebrating scholarly excellence,
and discussed philosophy, narrative,
collaboration, theory and practice.
Should such a gathering be called
an erudition of grad students?
poem- knowing glances June 29, 2014
Her eyes twinkling with fervour
I introduced the devotee to the star of the evening.
Without preamble she leapt into analysis
of the opus, confusing words, likely erroneous.
The star gave me a glance with eyebrow raised
and I offered a half smile and shrug,
as graciously she said
“Oh, yes?” and turned to her next supplicant;
dismissing the devotee withdrawing
on her delighted sighs.
