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my pool's memories
by Charlie Morganthe day is already gloomy and i've done
nothing; it's as it should be, eh? C.S.
i'll open the front door and watch
the world crumble. fast or slow?
depends on your cooridinates;
my pool seems happy. but he's
remembering the girls this summer;
the same ones i do. skimpy,tight
and small suits.
i grin; because what can a pool do?
inert water and all; the pool envies me;
i envy his sticky-ness to cling to bodies
of those fair maidens, lithe and spritely
so long hence. 12/19/2012 Posted on 12/19/2012
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/20/12 at 06:09 PM Totally unique take here, Charlie - I had a love affair with swimming when I was young - perhaps, after all, it was the pool. ;) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/24/12 at 01:43 AM Titilating images, as seen through the eyes of the pool, and ultimately you the writer, and we the readers. it's as it should be, eh? C.S. LOL! Anybody I know?
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| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/26/12 at 10:49 AM Good write.Go after those "fair maidens". Get into the water. |
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