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girls have it rough
by Charlie Morganenough people have asked, 'when will we ever learn?'.
they don't stay around for the answer.
a resounding "NEVER" erupts from below.
echos thru the roots, to the bole,
to the limbs to the tips of leaves.
they know the day, the hour, the week, year.
but they don't know they will learn
as they push teachers aside so they
change channels, give one more shrug;
what's life anyway but keeping score.
each day a venture is set forth
from our morning; little do they
know that the day is just born.
a baby day, grown from a seed,
planted by everyday's yesterday.
instead a moment lasts no time;
can't be held to our breasts
and instead flips faster than
the isotopes of Uranium.
notes on the wall are clues:
you will learn after it's time;
it's time is our time: today,
tomorrow, tomorrow's tomorrows.
so go to sleep Virginia, dream
of ringlets in your hair, boys
at your door, proms, marriage.
go ahead: give your heart to the
King of Fools, whatever his name. 07/08/2010 Posted on 07/08/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/08/10 at 07:23 PM "but they don't know they will learn
as they push teachers aside so they
change channels, give one more shrug;
what's life anyway but keeping score." this stanza is brilliant! how can we/they learn if there aren't teachers left, who needs them when we have tv. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 07/08/10 at 08:33 PM I love stanza 5. Who's keeping score? I think we all judge ourselves at the end of each day. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/10/10 at 07:00 PM A thought provoking fitting of one gender into another. Excellent poetics throughout; I especially like this line: a baby day, grown from a seed, planted by everyday's yesterday.
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| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/12/10 at 05:39 PM Well... who the hell needs Buddha or St. Paul or Aquinas when we have Charlie? "NEVER" indeedy. There's so much good stuff about time - you make me think you must be from India or were in some previous incarnation. And this is just wonderful: "instead a moment lasts no time; can't be held to our breasts" Ah, Virginia, how fortunate you are to have such a sage in your midst. Don't brush him aside! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/15/10 at 12:05 AM
"give your heart to the
King of Fools, whatever his name."
It take a lifetime for some to figure this out.
Great writing! |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 07/17/10 at 03:44 PM Keep telling yourself Virginia, that you'll be that pretty princess, you'll conquer everything in spite of the fact that you're cursed with that sleepwalk through life, that waking dream of an existence, if at the end of it all, you're only waiting for your Prince to come... |
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