Seventeen daughter
Sits at a single computer
Alone in a gray room
In the company of homework
Taking a break
Watching YouTube Music
Singing to a stapler
High voiced and transported
To the Hollywood Bowl,
The Greek Theater,
Broadway on stage
For millions.
When youth's imagination dies
Due to drudgery and danger
Freedom flickers
Like a candle flame
Near the end of its wick.
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Reviews of "Teen Daughter on a School Night"
Reviewed by Barry Yelton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2009
Well said, Lloyd. It seems to happen to most of us.
This is indeed a true and meaningful perspective, Lloyd. Thank you for sharing it. You (and perhaps your daughter) might want to check out my poem posted here at AD entitled, "Back to School." Love and peace to you,
Ah. Yes. My imagination was beaten to a pulp, only to raise its rather alien head while I'm playing the back nine. I wonder where I would have gone with my imagination, my candle burning at both its ends. Superb poem, Lloyd. Bravo.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
There's something terribly sad and empty in this situation and in the controlled, elegant telling of it. A fine poem.
John
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