by Uriel Tovar
Her song was sweet with sadness
As she sank into the background
Of her home room class
Slouched in her seat carving her initials
In the grungy face of an ancient desk
She recalled memories of the summer
She left behind with a smirk on her face.
Posted on 02/21/2014
Copyright © 2020 Uriel Tovar
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/22/14 at 06:36 PM|
A sense of escape from reality as "she" recalls a summer that was apparently devious or at least rebellious(?). A touch of irony here.
|Posted by Jim Benz on 03/05/14 at 05:17 PM|
I like the suggestiveness of this poem and the way it invites a reader to layer meanings into its sparse geography of image and inferred attitude.
|Posted by Gail Wolper on 03/06/14 at 05:28 AM|
Wonderful detail in this minimalist piece that says it all.