The Backpack

 

A backpack in the corner

filled to bursting

Books,

paper,

bits of pencils and crayons,

some glue,

and a dried up marker.

 

Nothing special,

just ordinary stuff,

tossed into the backpack,
old and used, with frayed edges.

 

It is dropped carelessly on the floor.

 

And as I feel its weight,

I realize the window is opened.

Do you suppose that the backpack’s owner,

after throwing the,

 

Responsibility

 

,of the backpack

and its weight,

 

Away

 

,floated through the window?

Reviews

[angelina neves]

lovely! :)

[Andromeda]

very whimsical. i look forward to reading more from you!

[THERISA]

A very imaginative poem that i enjoyed reading. Remember, all too well, the heavy textbooks and other junk that i lugged around in my own backpack. Welcome to Writer's Cafe and hope to read more of your work here. Good luck with your classes. :)

Therisa

[Charlie Farnham]

Certainly an imaginative look at student life ^__^ Oh how much we loath the heavy backpack hehe

[Brenda Sue]

I enjoyed reading this piece very much. It was very enjoyable and imaginative.