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a day made for me
by Charlie Morgani could tell something about the morning;
off plumb would describe it; foggy, hazy and
the day itself, laconic.
and above i know the sun shines, schools filled
with kids who have sunshine in their veins.
and i know it, feel it and can't be either.
i am the moss outside Baton Rouge's trees;
green but living a life of appearing dead.
such as it is; only the weepers cry.
the sky will unzip its serape by noon,
when i, once again continue with retirement. 02/24/2011 Posted on 02/24/2011
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 02/24/11 at 04:59 PM and we need to use our days up before they use us up. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/19/11 at 05:43 PM your language and imagery wraps and winds like vines down the naked trellis page, a pleasure to swallow your flavorful diction, peace n poems, jewels xoxox |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 12/25/11 at 09:37 PM ...i knew it...in inner ear infection...lol |
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