Spring — Seventh Grade


The poet wearing his first pair of glasses

or Before my First Pair of Glasses

Trees were blobs of green
as I counted the days
to summer vacation.

Chalk on the blackboard
smudged meaningless
until called to the front
to diagram a sentence.

My teacher’s face — a blur
when she sat at her desk.
I would roll my eyes
from the back row
at her scolds and sermons.

If I couldn’t see her face,
how could she see mine?


(This was written in early April at a Living Poetry Germination Workshop to the prompt: Spring — Seventh Grade.)

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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3 Responses to Spring — Seventh Grade

  1. JeanMarie says:

    You look the same!

    Liked by 2 people

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