Brian Spears

Poet, Editor, Teacher, Blogger.

Day 27

No poem yesterday–just couldn’t get into the prompt. Maybe I’ll find something to go with it today, but I can’t say I’m all that worried about it. Today’s options were to write a hopeless or a hopeful poem. This one isn’t really hopeless, but it does look at a discouraging situation that anyone who’s ever taught can certainly relate to.


Each class is twenty-seven
which on paper day means
I bring an extra bag.
Eighty-one papers slide
off the desk if stacked straight–
even snagging staples can’t
resist gravity, the slick
ski slope of printer paper.
They avalanche me; no
hope of a St. Bernard to dig
me out, no barrel of brandy
to blur commas to semicolons.


April 27, 2010 - Posted by | National Poetry Month, original poetry, Poetic Asides |

1 Comment »

  1. Enjoyed this. My hat is off to anyone who is a teacher.

    Comment by poemblaze | April 27, 2010 | Reply

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