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a walk to work
by Charlie Morgansince i got up early i saw that
february blew in this morning,
using the breaths of november
to hide her stealthy approach.
she carried with her: cold comforts,
shivering, frigid fingers, numbness,
lit fireplaces where once hung hopes
and memories of decembers' passed.
an old man shakes and rubs his arms;
steeling himself to the loveless cold.
he bundles in foggy memories of love.
his folded wrinkles allow him strength. 11/21/2007 Posted on 11/21/2007
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/21/07 at 04:30 PM chaz, how you can see the detail and feel the weather with such art!! oh, you open my soul and pry from it a glimmer of hope that i might hold a weak candle to your brilliance... Frost, you have been frosted! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/21/07 at 04:31 PM I really love that last line! Would that my folded wrinkles allow me strength when I'm pressed by time! ;-} |
| Posted by Charles M Harrison on 11/24/07 at 06:06 PM This paints such a vivid picture. I really enjoyed reading this one. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/26/07 at 03:33 PM if something as simple as walking to work brought you these incredibly vivid images, then hats off to you my friend!...i'm extremely impressed and wouldn't change a word in this piece. i love the speak of february using november's breath...excellent excellent writing there. overall a most fine write cm. congrats friend..... |
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