Teacher please
don’t call on me
to give an answer
to a question
about a topic
I’m not actually
paying attention to.
My hand is down.
My gaze, nonspecific.
My expression
carefully composed
to appear
thoughtful,
angelic,
and invisible.
Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by
Sarah Grace Tuttle this week.
Hehe--I have a poem from a kid with the same wish in my oop STAMPEDE! The last line is "please don't call on me!" Such a universal wish! Your last three lines just nail it :>)
ReplyDeleteWe've all been there! But we never are as invisible as we hope, are we?
ReplyDeleteHa! I remember the feeling well.
ReplyDeleteYour poem captures this feeling so well. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI still feel that way!! Great poem. :)
ReplyDeleteI know that kid! As a teacher, I knew more than one! The worry shows through so well!
ReplyDeleteSo tender and so true! This little person lives in many of us.
ReplyDeleteBeen there! Both as the student and the teacher trying to read faces so as not to put anyone in an awkward position...
ReplyDeleteHow well I can remember wanting to be that invisible child!
ReplyDeleteOh, dear...I know so many of these! Have you heard of a randomizer? It's a way of selecting a student by chance with a question. It's really good and waking up those nonspecific stares. Ha!
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