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heavy sky
by Charlie Morganthe day's door was closing fast;
the clouds were sweating;
holding the sun at bay.
she had brought me roses;
they were in her smile,
her voice and demeanor.
she opened the closed door;
the library was in repair,
many people needed plurals.
they are afraid to listen;
afraid they'll hear that
tomorrow is canceled.
so i trailed her skirt's hem,
it lead me to her heart.
her smile welcomed me in.
so we became us.
08/28/2009 Posted on 08/28/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 08/28/09 at 03:36 PM "the clouds were sweating;
holding the sun at bay."
has to be the best description of a rainy day I can remember reading. I should just put your whole library in my favorites. Beautiful, Chaz. I love how you express what you see in the clouds. mmm mmm mmmmmmmm....
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/28/09 at 04:30 PM A short but enjoyable read Chaz. I agree with Paige's enthusiasm over the rain lines, but I also like the library stanza: many people needed plurals. Brought a big smile to my face.
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| Posted by Laurie Blum on 08/28/09 at 07:12 PM Sweating clouds ... what an image! Great write as usual. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/29/09 at 12:55 AM It's all in the dreaming, like Knights in White Satin "which is real, and which is illusion"? Can I be the girl with the roses? |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/31/09 at 05:54 PM "she had brought me roses;
they were in her smile,
her voice and demeanor."
How wonderful a tribute poemed to such a person. Your words are so kind and perfectly beautiful! |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/04/09 at 09:11 AM so i trailed her skirt's hem,
it lead me to her heart.
such a wonderful piece to read and see in this mind's eye and this heart it touched. Thanks Charlie! |
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