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watching the wind
by Charlie Morganfelt the winds brush my shoulder;
they were on their way to Sonoma.
first they slowed as they moved
over my pool and rattled leaves.
remnants of a high school proms
and pimply, bad-breathed dates.
was this someone else's future,
or my past rushing up to pass me.
i scrunch my toes to be more awake. 12/25/2007 Posted on 12/25/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/25/07 at 04:34 PM wonderful wildness, and matter of factness at the beginning... then the sweep of mysterios "slowed" and the "rattled" reaction--the (one) personal and the many, past and/or future swept also into this swirl of introspection... the form is superb, the two first equal stanzas and the final revelatory line. The "scrunch" reveals the dream state (which could be real or imagines...)yes, wonderful. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/25/07 at 06:25 PM This is just lovely, Chaz! I love the scrunching of the toes at the end, to remind us you were in a dreamlike state.... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/27/07 at 10:43 PM I like anything that has to do with the wind - a force that touches us in so many ways. Your last line just makes me chuckle - scrunching toes make me think of childhood and wet sand and mud between and the focus it takes to keep them that way. |
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