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Away
by Glenn Currier
Away
When I am away from you too long
distant dry winds
sweep across me,
hardening my skin
until it begins to flake and itch.
The moisture of your penetrating touch
eludes me,
I am caught in the cage
of nine to five.
Inside the house of responsibility
the softness
of your gentle rain
cannot nurture my roots.
Sometimes I notice.
I miss you, my loves.
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02/17/2004 Author's Note: Dedicated to my friends at pathetic.org. I hope to be back on the site reading your wonderful works soon. Meanwhile, I am still... Away...
Posted on 02/18/2004
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 02/18/04 at 04:03 AM 'caught in the cage of nine to five.' This is understandable. This is a world inside a world subject to the world it is inside.Whats beautiful here is the feelings, I can so easily identify with.
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| Posted by Anne Engelen on 02/18/04 at 06:21 AM you're truly missed...looking forward to your return! Take care buddy :) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/19/04 at 05:22 PM Like a fish out of water, sure can relate to this one Glenn. Hurry back when ye can. :o) |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 02/20/04 at 01:19 PM Inside the House of Responsibility, wow, that sure rings powerfully and relatably to real life. I love the term. We miss ya, but hey, we understand. Well said |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/20/04 at 07:39 PM how precious thou art... this could also be relative to home, i would think... a perfect poem... blessings... |
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