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after reading
by Charlie Morganwords of pain always seem new;
we use them as tendons of meaning
in an un-caring Universe.
hurt is life.
he cries out to her, she to him;
our bicameral self yearning
to be whole once again.
we staff ourselves for the moment;
our ship slowly rolls to one side,
leaving us submerged, drowning.
a humfelt rattle of love creeps
from the throat of time; he wakes
lonely as the tide is going out.
defeated by the trappings of Love.
limp and on the street corner,
i crane my head; i see a beach ahead. 11/20/2010 Posted on 11/20/2010
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/21/10 at 10:39 PM ..... excellent..... |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 11/22/10 at 01:01 AM Great write! I especially like:
"a humfelt rattle of love creeps
from the throat of time; he wakes
lonely as the tide is going out." |
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