Mary's Review of Sam's Poem

The language and descriptions of this poem spark provide specific descriptions of an intense depression and are identical to what a mood of this sort would feel like. There is no question that this reader would not find this particular day pleasurable at all-quite the contrary! Imagery and contrasts used herein leave little to the imagination-certainly, most readers have been through occasions similar. There is a sort of humorous jest in Sam telling his readers, I wake to the false hopes of breakfast...The stench increases my appetite...-clever satire. The flow is consistent and suggests a mobility that keeps the reader involved. The day is not done candace connects one activity to the next, keeping the pulse constant. Clearly the subject is employed in construction by use of Work boots, ...site, empty rooms, ...and Twelve hours of blood and sweat.

The conclusive use of ...a cancer patient has more luck than me... reeks of hoplessness and helplessness-total loss of ability to remove or be removed from the grim lot in life. This reader finds the depressing undertones a bit more overdone than need be.