Excerpts from Original Published Poetry
By Jenna Wright

A Teacher Remembered

friend of mind

lawyer of ideas--arguing only for exploration and discovery

physician of opinions--scalpeling prejudices, judgments, and actions

sculptor of hypotheses, theories, and concepts--molding eternal truths

composer of harmony--synthesizing curiosity, knowledge, and wisdom

friend of mine

                        Jenna Wright

An Elegy for the Death of the Poet Within Me
With Apologies to the Greats

The poet within me began to die under the elementary strains of
     "I've Never Seen a Purple Cow,"
           "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,"
               and "Crossing the Bar."

The secondary inoculation of
     "Ode on a Grecian Urn,"
          "I Heard a Fly Buzz When I Died,"
             and "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed"
                 offered no cure.

The emergency room treatment with
     "The Wasteland,"
          "Death, Be Not Proud,"
               and "The Miller's Tale"
                   gave no better prognosis.

I flatlined as the CPR of
     "The Red Wheel Barrow,"
          "anybody lived in a pretty how-town,"
               and "We Real Cool"
                    was frantically administered.

During my first semester of college
     I was pronounced dead by my English teacher.
          The cause of death on the certificate read




                                                            Jenna Wright