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things in a day
by Charlie Morganit was late in my life when i learned
i was a Wurlitzer Jukebox, model 1015;
i stand as an icon to those also in storage.
a cold day in February; not strange.
and it may rain.
possibilities are endless; Sun could shine;
temp: 30s, could be high as in the 70s.
i open my night-stand drawer;
put on my chosen face for-the-day;
one this time that Eleanor didn't use,
this one is for me and only me.
i adjusted my coat for the day.
several folks were bent over,
helping some other folks;
seems they're shifting blame.
saw two lovers; she had her heart in her hand,
juggling her soul with it;
she's at the disappearing point;
feels it but doesn't see it.
so far, i've only breathed today's air;
i've put tomorrow's in cold storage;
i'll breathe tomorrow's then.
02/09/2010 Posted on 02/09/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/09/10 at 05:49 PM Great images (as always)You talk about life possibilities- must be nice to have a good attitude. Great write- thanks! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/09/10 at 05:56 PM "i open my night-stand drawer;
put on my chosen face for-the-day;"
And we do it every day don't we? Great write Charlie!!
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| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/09/10 at 10:13 PM Some of your strongest imagery to date. Well played, sir, as per usual. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/09/10 at 10:58 PM God Charlie...just amazing...and the jukebox image is a fantastic one to choose, and the face in the drawer even more so, and I'm just blown away by all the things that stick out and call to me that I can't even cover them all!!! |
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