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we've met
by Charlie Morganwe all meet in our dreams,
move along the seabed of our history
bringing with us all our past.
daily it comes to make our shell,
a lens to anothersÂ’ way of seeing us.
and the louder dreamer
canÂ’t be awakened without injury.
we live our leagacy
dressed as an albatross
and just as heavy with disdain.
07/28/2006 Posted on 07/28/2006
Copyright © 2025 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 07/28/06 at 07:26 PM "the seabed of our history" is such a great line! And "bringing with us all our past" gives me the image of a wake stretching out behind a boat. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 07/29/06 at 01:56 AM Awesome poem, this is exactly how it goes.
Which explains why I would rather be a hermit crab. |
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