a long walk by Charlie Morgan
there's this thing, this certain something
that i wanna say, about how i feel, how i see
the sunrise, sunset,
but there's a limit to what i can do.
i've got to gather all the dust around it,
shake it until all the built-up crust
falls in clanging silence.
that's the birth, life and death of me,
what i want to be to you, and what i am
and will never be to you,
all the shuffling half-masks, their emptiness
by my side, we search-out our needs
for fulfillment, hunting with a flashlight
that has no batteries.
05/03/2005
Posted on 05/03/2005 Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/05/05 at 04:53 PM Not to bad Chaz. Unexpected and charming last line. |
Posted by Gabrielle L Gervais on 05/06/05 at 04:21 AM I really like this. I Love the resonating endings ;) |
Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 05/06/05 at 11:37 AM I have one of those flashlights too...if I could find the receipt I'd take it back! Actually, my new approach is to sit in a central location and just let the world come to me...it's far less taxing to the spirit...a bar stool makes a good vantage point, if ya' know what I mean?!(wink) - Well said, full of all the good stuff that makes insightful, introspective poetry such a gas - Keep it up! - RCatski |
Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/24/10 at 06:32 PM this popped up randomly, and I'm gonna put it in my favorites... |
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/16/14 at 11:55 PM Charlie, how I miss your poetic touch, and just knowing that you're there. Wherever you are, blessing be upon you, and much love. You are sorely missed, love. |
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