an eye by Charlie Morgan
An eye of scrutiny carries a sheath of sword-words,
that leave me tired and cut.
Our shoulders bend from the weight of suggestions.
"I would put this here, put that there!"
So, certain as Monday's wash--colors here, whites there--
are critics that their march is endless.
Over bodies, bones and soul do they tromp.
"Take this out and put that in!"
Would they take a newborn and twist her arms?
Pull her legs to make them longer?
Can't they see the birth process that makes us parents,
also makes us protectors, guarantors of life
as we fight 'til the end for her?
Or would they exclaim, "What a gorgeous child!"
03/30/2005 Posted on 03/30/2005 Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/31/05 at 08:25 PM I agree with the others. The last stanza is the strongest, and to me, a separate poem that could be expanded as some of its lines, and certainly its tone echoes the current sad situtation in Florida. |
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/01/05 at 12:44 AM Yes, it's sometimes a sad legacy we weave. |
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