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that'll be the day!
by Charlie Morganone day, as easily,
a day like today,
i'll be a photograph.
the wall will be my home;
i'll be in Flatland, America.
warm in the winter;
cool in the summer;
i'll
live inside the parameters
of someone else's memories,
i'll
be questioned by those memories,
that are fading (even as you read).
i am in flathand, and sadly, have no girth;
naturally i want me to live. later, be a memory.
take a slice of my visage, peel a slice of phenomenology;
share it with others whom you love. taste me. breathe on me.
your memory keeps me.
11/04/2008 Posted on 11/04/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/04/08 at 10:37 PM Flatland, America eh? That was cute Chaz... And what a keeper you are, memory or otherwise. |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 11/04/08 at 10:41 PM ...i'll remember... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/05/08 at 12:27 AM I guess that's as luck as it gets for us. Nice write. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/05/08 at 02:31 PM Unless, of course, you come back. Hehe. Just a little food for thought courtesy the "what if" box...:-) |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/06/08 at 06:25 AM Brilliant. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/27/08 at 07:13 PM The cold snap as evocation of the heat of moments. Proust took seven volumes to describe this principle :) His smells - yours is a bouquet of accessibility. Chas 'Flathand' Morgan, the antithesis of 2-D poetry...
Tasty. |
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