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I and the art of Zen

by Madeline Pestolesi

Tune out the shriek of society
Against my aspirations
And the voice
(Which sounds surprisingly like my mother)
Asking how I expect to support a family
Without a teaching credential to fall-back on
Even though I haven't wanted to be a teacher in years.

Since there is no family on the horizon,
I am able to smile
Tune my mind in
To some soothing music.
And as the rant against me continues,
It no longer matters

I finally learned how not to listen.

08/19/2004

Posted on 08/19/2004
Copyright © 2025 Madeline Pestolesi

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/19/04 at 09:41 PM

I love your poem! So many people in my life tell me what they think is best for me. Once I learned to smile and shake my head or say yes, then go and do my own thing, I found peace. Thank you for expressing so well a battle I waged for such a long time.

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