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need to be there
by Charlie Morgana daylight, dark with cold shoulders
lumbered-by; heavy and damp with keys
to lost horizons and anglers' catches,
carrying misty fog as its dank serape.
histories of meaningful lives, now inert;
grass, now taken as a smoking jacket & pipe.
gathering rumors as thatch, we build our
castles in the dark of our own doubts.
clamor, din approach daily to shake us.
poets cry in the corner for humanity;
a spiral of ideas our epitaph, etched in
ionic print; hefting windless, the future. 01/21/2011 Posted on 01/22/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 01/22/11 at 02:43 AM love that second trio of lines & "poets cry in the corner" - our daily lives near the edge of chaos ... Perhaps dawn is quick on the approach, cause it's gettin' awfully dark. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/22/11 at 03:05 PM "gathering rumors as thatch, we build our
castles in the dark of our own doubts." This is a perfect expression of the temporariness... Loved it. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/28/11 at 06:21 PM I would like to SEE that spiral bound up with the imagining and imagining of its cool poet owner - FEEL its weight in my hands - the weight of a life well lived - TOUCH its leaves and flutter them one to the next like a tour book looking for the places and spaces you've been and the heart found between the lines. But I don't need to be there with those pages - because I have been here where I have been graced with these silver screens shining your Light. Thanks Charlie. |
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