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alone too long
by Charlie Morganwhere did i get such hands, that appear
to be like daddy's, and now. like i'm old.
i bet it's my eyes, again fooling me.
they've fooled me before; when i saw love
and it was a herniated ego, Contents:
Fragile, Handle with Care, This End Up.
a briefcase of notes to self: love, daily.
eyes! look into their eyes, find their soul.
make that sale. be Willie Loman. be ideal;
such a prescription handed to me so late.
it's the tomorrow not gotten to, the hose
not carrying sustenance, essence of water
that i find rather tiring on my nerves;
the relentless day to night phenomenon.
i want to sleep; not die, please hear me!
just rest, loll, let the fat, fluffy clouds
draw-up my youth so i can wear it again.
bring too my armored suit, mail of ego.
05/25/2008 Posted on 05/25/2008
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 05/26/08 at 04:45 AM You are on a roll here... I like the idea of rest, yet is it ever possible in this frenetic world? (day to night phenomenon...I'm there with young children in school, homework, activities, events....etc.etc.)
Well done as always!
Namaste
MF |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/27/08 at 03:30 PM You've done it again! This is great. Isn't amazing how our ego gets in the way of some many things from love to dying. Wonderful write my friend. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 05/27/08 at 04:07 PM I love the fluidity of the couplets. the message is a universal one the reader can empathize with yet personal. smh |
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