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oh Emily
by Charlie Morganemily, she lays out a line of words;
and as clay is busy setting,
you find yourself in a dream;
one, where there are timbers
holding-up your attic and roof;
and none of them loadbearing.
writing on a napkin another line,
she traced the outline of lonely;
smirked at its grayness, droll.
her bun spoke the words of a Church bell:
she was of purity, depth, essence, words
were her gifts of easing pain by sharing hers. 07/09/2011 Posted on 07/10/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 07/10/11 at 02:37 PM so many great lines here.. My favorite is "she traced the outline of lonely" |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/10/11 at 05:30 PM I absolutely agree with Colleen...that line is a killer here! |
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