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winter of no love
by Charlie Morgana high-stepping wind stretches
its long arms and rattles all;
looting, licking at hair perms,
babies and old folks' soft skin.
goose-bumps hum a tune of silence
and ripple the tiny universal skin;
a mean Norther chuckles as she gallops
across land,teasing lakes, fresh life.
while preteen hearts yearn for summer
we, of age, of stone, bridle our leaping,
and caress breaking hearts for the needy.
all is cold, and winter is still here.
03/05/2008 Posted on 03/05/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/05/08 at 10:44 PM Charlie, I don't know what else to say! I love it. Winter comes to all of us and sometimes never leaves. Nice write! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/06/08 at 04:34 AM The sad thing is how you can get hooked on an emotion like that. Very easily. Great work, man. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 03/06/08 at 06:50 AM sad, this one is... slapped in the face with reality's palm.. aloha |
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