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time, one thing, another, another
by Charlie Morganas i turned the corner, i saw
Georgia O'Keefe painting a rose,
and Monet was painting them both.
the rose felt used and closed early.
dali rounded the corner bushes,
his palate dripping as it melted;
his brush, just a sagging string.
even the sun was dripping wet.
tomorrow is gonna be a strong day;
weatherman said, but you have
to be here to enjoy it's strength.
the quiet and shy need not apply.
i's watching the weather channel;
no wonder the weather is lousy.
a woman was reporting, now
what did she do with the man?
one over-the-shoulder look
lets me see time hiding itself
in seasons trying feverishly
to escape my notice.
and i feel like a locomotive
hitting a flood, stopping nothing,
scattering water everywhere.
both losing speed, momentum.
03/04/2010 Posted on 03/04/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
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| Posted by Amie Golda on 03/05/10 at 07:59 AM "one over-the-shoulder look
lets me see time hiding itself
in seasons trying feverishly
to escape my notice."--->I love these lines.
But the rest are equally good. I love the allusion to artists and their painting styles. The whole thing feels like one of those weird dreams yet I love the point you make about time. Well done.
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| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/05/10 at 05:45 PM Charlie- this is great. I am one of those people who do everything on a time schedule. I have no iidea why I'm so time conscience. The last line really summed up my life. Thanks- excellent write! |
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