Empty Classroom Poem by Nika McGuin
Empty Classroom
enter the classroom of ghosts
rows of should-be empty desks stir
their inhabitants stare back at me
but I can't meet their translucent eyes
they turn and converse amongst themselves
I sit alone in the front row, the only one alive
to a stranger's eyes the room is full
but I know ghosts when I see them,
and these are it!
Is it the feeling of loneliness in a crowd....? Are you seeing some spectral figures or are they unfriendly, ghost like humanbeings? I visualize Nika sitting in the front row alone... so alone! A eerie experience poetically conveyed! !
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4/23/2024 1:26:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That's a chilling admission at the end, that is, you see the ghosts and know they're really present. It reminds of the film from 1990s in which a little boy tells his therapist, I can see dead people. You took an apparently ordinary setting, lifted a veil from our eyes and revealed the ghosts who linger in the place. The eerie effect is similar to one of my poems you liked, THE HOUSE OF MANY ROOMS. In both poems, a disturbing reality is uncovered, but whether it is a projection of the heated imagination or actual ghostly presences remains open-ended. However, in reading your poem, I'm inclined to believe in the ghosts like the speaker!