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color wheel
by Charlie Morgan
spinning in gloried unison
(mayhaps an illusion):
the color wheel of life
drains me, explains me,
strains me, blames me,
trains me, maims me,
entertains me,
constrains me
from loving all
who aren't like me.
01/26/2005
Posted on 01/26/2005
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/27/05 at 08:42 PM Charlie, I enjoyed reading your poem. Amusing and moves along at a nice pace.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 01/27/05 at 09:30 PM I really like the form here, very original.. and effective. |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 01/29/05 at 12:26 AM now I am dizzy....! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/09/05 at 01:21 AM Maybe the last couple of lines suggest an off-color wheel. (groan). ;) At any rate, the self looks to blame something outside for inconsistencies inside! That is what I take from this succinct wry look at self. |
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