virgin

virgin

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson
"

unsoiled.

"
it's a nice day outside,
but it's not bleeding enough.
it hasn't felt the claws of a feral cat.
it hasn't heard the ballad of a divorce in repose.
it's a virgin of sorts.

the sun hasn't grown tall yet,
so it can't have seen a bar fight
or a mugging
or a lynching.
not yet.

until the new day starts crying,
i guess i'll stand naked at my open window
and get as drunk as i can manage
but i won't get my hopes up yet.
not just yet.

no, it's too early for today to grow up.

© 2011 Daniel Atkinson


Author's Note

Daniel Atkinson
A double meaning in this one. Society is underlined with horrible things. Horrible things are what make us mature.

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ju
brilliant write- great imagery. simple language used well- which to me makes for a beautiful poem. the idea of a day growing up- from dawn 'til dusk- i love that.
(some good things make us mature too)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

If only we could remain innocent forever.

It's a real beautiful piece, sir.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow... For me I can see the innocents of new day in this. Don't know if that's what you intended, but it is beautiful either way. Keep up the writing, you seem to have a good way with words.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Added on May 10, 2011
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Tags: day, sun, virgin, pain, alcohol, sadness, anger

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Daniel Atkinson
Daniel Atkinson

DULUTH, GA



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