I.J. Benjamin


For A Spectator - Poem by I.J. Benjamin

i remember the sixth grade
and my teacher, an old gypsy woman with thick, greasy hair,
she would shout at me with a raspy,
liquor scolded voice,
run ben, run
but i would not and the black birds would shriek in fear of her.

i would stay right there in the grass,
in the shadow, but there was no shadow
i would dream for the whole hour,
as a red plastic ball was thrown around,
as the flowers moved in the wind,
as the sweaty children in the yellow uniform lost.


Comments about For A Spectator by I.J. Benjamin

  • Rookie Catrina Heart (4/13/2009 1:04:00 AM)

    Stunning opus, written with fine image and memories........... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Mel Vincent Basconcillo (4/13/2009 1:02:00 AM)

    a poem about one's memories are pure and fantastic as is this poem =) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 13, 2009



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