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Lost in Noise
by Charlie Morgan jackhammers shake my world--
destructive improvement they say.
i say pollution of my silent universe,
a silence that Stillness envies.
grass for concrete--the zero-sum of growth,
making change with the gypsy-notion of
seeking betterment by brick and mortar with
walls razed, walls erected.
while the inside of the facia is crusted-over
with Complacency from devalued worth.
still, briefcase in hand, she trudges onward meeting
the baby-day and clasping it, holding tomorrow.
Charlie Morgan 04/02/2003 Posted on 04/02/2003
Copyright © 2025 Charlie Morgan
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| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/02/03 at 08:16 PM a poet shaken by noise, tremmors, trembling traveling through the head, arms, hand... with pen ==>out comes a poem! |
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