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seeing the evening undress
by Charlie Morganthe evening drops her shawl
at my front door and traipses
off, making room for the day.
i peek out the windows, make
sure she's left the street.
she's zoomed off like the witch
she is; off to scare lonely kids,
mommas, daddies, siblings.
all in the name of the unknown;
what a dire existence, she whines.
i want a day job; one where all
people can see because of me.
now my power is hidden by dark.
i chase the day all hours;
he outdistances me by minutes.
recovering only half the distance,
i wonder will i ever catch the day;
will i remain night forever?
my bag of dreams is full to overflowing.
some are shabby from use, others wait. 10/06/2009 Posted on 10/06/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/06/09 at 08:38 PM I've always wondered who chased and who ran away. This leaves a nice picture. Great write! |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/06/09 at 09:22 PM like this, the image is vivid, I especially love the first stanza |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 10/07/09 at 02:12 PM I love for I am a night person, and I feel the evening, the dreams she is chasing. Excellent. smh |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/09/09 at 08:12 PM I'll rate this baby high - caught with your amazing eye - uuuuhhhooooooh you haunt the night and taunt the day in your inimitable Charlie way! Doozie, Chaz. |
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