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i call out a name
by Charlie Morgani did dream. i was vibrant, had the girl;
a movie screen star, a piano-grin bowing.
it came easily enough, heavy lids clanged shut
allowing the errol flynns out; clint eastwoods.
a younger man crawled out of bed this morning;
he walks in my shoes, yawning every now and then.
though the halls of youth clamor with dirty din;
they notice me not as i non-chalantly walk by.
i've been an invisible man, a Ralph Ellison
since i got 60. old in the people-Universe;
use my soles for balance of no longer worrying.
yet, not folding my tent; just dousing the fire
of expectation and letting desire, fulfillment,
closure, all dissipate in a wisp of Evermore.
09/24/2008 Posted on 09/24/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 09/25/08 at 04:40 AM I love the "wisp of evermore"... MFS |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/25/08 at 01:02 PM You won't catch me sir. I ride on the winds of youth at 70+. It's just the back that doesn't understand. Nice write. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/10/08 at 05:13 AM There's so much more to reality than our little piece of this material realm...but I also understand that "this material realm" is the best we can (and are supposed to) relate to, so it's how we are attached to this life. Of course. Oh, but Charlie, the glory to come when we let go...!!! |
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