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bumblebees fly anyway
by Charlie Morgani am alone. all others, mere figures
in my rickety rhombus existence;
yet, we're all going the same way.
sometimes i brush against the blind,
as they click-clack along, tapping
life's sidewalk cracks "looking."
each block is a State Fair, dolls
for the winner, nothing for the loser.
my pockets pulled out to Elephant ears.
the clouds have slumbered, roiled by
leaving a clean sky, grinning sun;
the afternoon tidies-up the world.
tomorrow awaits in full-dress;
promising that things'll be
different, then. then becomes now. 05/05/2009 Posted on 05/05/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/05/09 at 03:45 PM You certainly do have a way with words. I especially loved "then becomes now"- so true! Wonderful write as always. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/06/09 at 05:26 PM I was going to quote the pockets pulled out to Elephant ears too! This is really nice -- the ending brings it home. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/29/09 at 02:49 PM Reminds me of the cliche, "the more things change the more they remain the same". You've used some unique analogies here I think. last stanza sums the poem up beautifully for me. |
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