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coloring outside the lines
by Charlie Morganfirst we say just color;
then, later, we say
color inside the lines.
don't color outside the lines.
they have to wonder what is a line?
anyone can see a line;
but not one can explain.
so goes life's lessons.
confusing, saying the least.
we're lost between two shores;
as children we float, bob in an eddy.
be nice, stand-up for yourself,
be nice, and don't be mean.
what do we mean by mean.
use butter knives.
blow your nose,
but leave the room.
don't push the river,
it'll flow by itself.
no wonder prisons are full. 06/09/2010 Posted on 06/09/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/10/10 at 12:03 AM I fear it is because we don't really understand the language well ourselves. Really good write Charlie. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 06/10/10 at 07:21 AM Yeah, isn't prison just another box? And don't they ring bells there like schools? Enjoyed this thought-provoking work! MFS |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/12/10 at 04:49 AM I like the way you highlight the loss of creativity in your work. I can often feel the sadness, grief, and anger over the losses - these pouring like spiritblood from your heart. There is so much that is profound about this poem. Thanks, Chaz. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/13/10 at 02:54 AM Captivating word combos from start to finish. And quite philosophical...thought provoking. |
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