Day Poem by Sana Olivia Hernandez

Day



The day is bright,
Open,
And exposing.

A rude spot light.
An insistive friend.

In its light.
We are all that exist.
We are works of art,
We expect to be judged.

And judged we are.
Our looks,
Our talents,
Our faults,
Our hearts.
For all eyes to see.

Our artist is not judged.
No, just us.

How cruel...

-SOH

Friday, May 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: day
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 02 June 2014

The morning light changes into a spotlight and the day becomes a contest with judgment looming over you as a work of art. And I thought a poem called DAY would be an ordinary day of familiar expectations met and boring routines repeated. This is entirely different. It's Judgment Day! The speaker certainly knows the drill - she lists a variety of things that will be assessed. But they are all very personal inner qualities that will be probed so her unease (Is it anger too?) at the end is understandable. A one-sided judgment. She assets herself in the last lines, but I can't tell it her voice carries power. It should, she's justified.

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