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did you hear that?
by Charlie Morgansitting,
letting the dark night swallow me
and watching my dog check for aliens
or Beethoven, I watch the moon grow
as the sky becomes like a lit playground.
have the mama's called each of us kids home?
maybe tomorrow, same place, same time.
08/15/2006
Posted on 08/15/2006
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shonda Creemer on 08/16/06 at 03:03 AM chaz ~ chaz ~ chaz ~ I ADORE THIS!!!!!!! I can't wait to be called home to dance with the stars :) but I would much prefer Ode To Joy to be playong than Close Encounter's of the Third Kind ~ much love <3 comin to ya |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/16/06 at 09:56 AM Love it, watching the moon grow....have the mama called, all the double meanings so well put |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 08/16/06 at 11:29 PM Woah lol I have often felt my father looking from the stars... great read Charlie Boy |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/20/06 at 03:36 AM Your imaging captures me and thrusts me back to similar moments of being swallowed in the dark and then dancing there in the sight of the moon. Gosh, and the way you bring mack the memories of mama looking and calling for me! Wonderful poem, Charlie. |
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