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takes two
by Charlie Morgana wave lapped my toes, foam flowing over;
receding, ebbing following the Sun's fall
from the Heavens to the far hill and below.
a chill rattles my spine, i put up my collar
to brave the cool to cold ocean's warmth,
brave, i belly-up to the winds, wave crests.
adrift is each bursting top of every wave;
floating willy-nilly to four corners at once
and planting a flag of union upon arrival.
George brings a glass from Wyoming's Bitter
Creek; pours it into the Atlantic, parity is met.
and the Universe is forever changed, altered.
i turn off the evening stars; go back to sleep.
then remember that my bushes need stars for all
bushes have wishes that a genie can't repair.
getting up i turn the stars back on, stretch
and make my way back to bed. begin again my
fortune, my travels on the Dream Train of Life.
09/25/2008 Posted on 09/25/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Panther on 09/25/08 at 09:49 PM There is such a vivid voice flowing through this piece, great work! |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 09/25/08 at 11:18 PM Chillingly poetic; "i turn off the evening stars; go back to sleep.then remember that my bushes need stars for all bushes have wishes that a genie can't repair." Amazing! As usual, I've managed to fall in love with your words. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/26/08 at 02:26 PM I thank you Chas for the entry into your poem. So Lovely to be included and I must say a very delightful read. |
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