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churning dreams
by Charlie Morgansince birth the t.v. light's churned
reflecting back against each wall;
soaking the child in
a false notions of worth;
then zaps his creativity.
desires mixed in movement
his head spins, swirls
in any and all directions.
grabs the closest identity;
dons it for future wear.
sadness is his baby suit,
teenage suit: disappointment
adult wardrobe will be thin;
one size will fit none.
especially him. 10/09/2007 Posted on 10/09/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/14/07 at 05:41 AM Charlie, you capture the sadness of this national addiction and convey - to me anyway - a longing for meaning and depth... and... maybe even love. Thanks for yet another thought-provoking piece. Your mind and creativity still startle me. |
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