Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own sad poem, but one that, like Teicher’s, achieves sadness through simplicity. Playing with the sonnet form may help you – its very compactness can compel you to be straightforward, using plain, small words.
The old brick building with grey stucco
has now a coat of garish red.
As I walk, the empty corridors echo
desolation fills me with dread.
The walls have framed pictures of the departed
and the classrooms are an empty shell
It’s a holiday, classes have not started,
I wish I could hear friends’ voices as I hear the bell.
In the changed layout, I look for the tree
under which we used to have lunch
The silent sentinel to our laughter carefree
has made way for a concrete bench.
The library that was once my shrine
I realise ruefully, is no longer mine.