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all around me
by Charlie Morganin the midst of changing seasons,
i keep my back to the audience;
all of us on this end of the runway
crane our necks to see all around.
somewhere i'm walking, strutting;
and Norman Rockwell's painting
Sylvia Plath in summer colors.
a tear falls down their cheeks.
i know why they cry, they hurt;
the life-force is taking leave.
becoming the feathery pieces,
of hope, and dreams that live, still.
as i take leave of youthfullness;
drape, heartily the age of wisdom
on my boney shoulders of care,
i walk away, a smile my rainbow. 01/16/2009 Posted on 01/16/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/16/09 at 06:22 PM And a fine write Charlie. Moving into the fog filled days is a little disconerting at times. When I see through the fog and read the clock it is hard to put a time on it. The hands move so fast they fly and are trying catch the light waves. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/16/09 at 06:49 PM I really relate to the third stanza. Especially lately. I enjoy your writing about it, but definitely not the experience it's written from. Smile a rainbow while you're looking south, so I can smile one too. |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 01/16/09 at 11:47 PM loved this.. "Sylvia Plath in summer colors"... well done! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/17/09 at 02:31 AM The idea of Norman Rockwell painting Sylvia Path is pretty mind boggling - I love it. My fav lines are these "drape, heartily the age of wisdom on my boney shoulders of care,". Thanks, Charlie. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/17/09 at 01:46 PM You are welcome always on my runway. O fine poet. |
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