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weight of yesterdays
by Charlie Morganawoke to the weight of yesterdays
crumpled at my ankles and sagging.
hampered in my movements, a button
hanging limp as a fresco spaggetti.
i viewed the world, invalid in my eyes
for all i can see are physical things;
for once, and once would be enough, if
i could see mother nature hand the baton
of night into the hands of the new day,
my smile would be fixed; permanent.
but everytime i look i am blinded, sun's
rays direct my vision inward, i walk
to work five blocks trudging, slogging
with the yesterdays heavier on my ankles. 04/01/2008 Posted on 04/01/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 04/01/08 at 05:00 PM This poem has such an undressed elegance, an unbuttoned wit. Definitely a woken up verse, it fits like a pair of pants someone forgot to take off because of a lovely evening, you've definitely "fixed" my smile, Charlie, and at least you can walk to work, not drive, in this poem. On the more serious side, it is so interesting and true, that "weight". There is a lot of wordplay bouncing around in here like morning wake-up calls, I am always waiting for the next! |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 04/01/08 at 05:32 PM I hope the baton is handed off to the much written about grandchildren so that they can, at some point and time, bless us with such eloquence and verbal artistry as you. Beautiful write! ~N |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 04/01/08 at 09:57 PM Reading through this one reminds me of how brief our time is on this side of eternity, regardless of our chronological age. Life is but a vapor it seems...gone before we realize it. Thank you for sharing such a thought-provoking piece.... sending you smiles from across the miles... ;-)...;-)....;-)... alisa ;-) |
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