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Midnight After Rain (w/ Anita Mac Auslan)
by Morgan D HafeleIt feels like the past
is colliding with now;
he never looked to the future before.
While his mind races through
an endless stream of her,
he is paralyzed in reflected glimmers...
Until he steps away, again.
And stares into a reflection of the moon
on a dirty puddle,
rainbow swirls of oil
casting silver shadows dancing
over his face
There is a filthy beauty to the world,
which can perhaps not be fathomed;
only accepted for what it is.
Deep breath escapes tight lips
and the memory of her
would not have hurt
any other time
but on a night like this
There are small things
and big things,
but the dizzying inertia seems to
keep it all just beyond his grasp;
a blurry photo he knows intimately.
A memory he tried to
burn away with nameless drugs, women
and endless nights of roaming
under the same reflection
that never forgets.
She isn't the moon,
but he worshipped her
just the same. 05/29/2009 Author's Note: anita makes these pieces we write come together. and if you ever have a chance to write with her, take it or we might have to fight. omg ooooeeeeoooooeeeeoooooeeeeeooooo
Posted on 05/29/2009
Copyright © 2025 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 05/30/09 at 01:08 AM Hey, she asked me, just haven't gotten around to it yet so back off buddy!!!
PS. LOVED IT! |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 05/30/09 at 12:27 PM Well, don't I feel loved! You're do much better with the imagery though, seriously. A pleasure as always... May be a new favorite for our colabs. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/31/09 at 10:00 PM did you revise this from before? Or just repost? I remember it well and still think it's fantastic...for all the images and how you present them... |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 06/05/09 at 10:28 AM I get to avoid the belligerent consequences of your exercise in melodrama -- how fortunate is that? I guess I'll never know. Meantime, I do get to experience the pleasure of splashing through your moon-drenched puddle -- a ripple of applause for the morg&amac double feature :>) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/02/09 at 12:33 PM Hat's off to you and Anita, Morgan. Superbly crafted poem, with incredible lines and images throughout. Great addition to the "introspection" category. I especially like this stanza: There is a filthy beauty to the world,
which can perhaps not be fathomed;
only accepted for what it is. This line also really stands out in my memory: a blurry photo he knows intimately. Adds to favorites. |
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