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names make me
by Charlie Morganthey make me turn over and warm the other side;
i bask in covers-just right-and for-a-time am warmed.
their absence the cause for my frets, worries. things
real to the self: i promote me. me to the world.
seeing a name, a rose for your words: gabe. melanie.
tony. et al. so are the dreams of a latter-day poet.
sally fields whispers from stage left, 'be happy.
they like you, they really, really like you. rest easy.'
but then, what if they don't and join another
thousand clowns and laugh tears thru life.
all at me.
it's about me, isn't it? others: pretenders-to-the-throne;
all. and i see the egg shells stand at attention, a-wobble.
12/28/2008 Posted on 12/28/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/28/08 at 10:26 PM Those eggshells often remind a little too much of land mines. Great work, man. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/29/08 at 12:16 AM They are just words Charlie. But I know they are "our" words splayed on the page waiting to be read or not, accepted or not. Don't worry, you'll be read for a long time. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/29/08 at 05:27 PM Well done Charlie.....CharMin |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 12/30/08 at 03:22 AM I heartily concur.... lol.. alisa |
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