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looking for meaning
by Charlie Morgani saw this fold in the curtains;
slid thru, disturbing not the air.
a nightmare, seeking earnest redress.
instead, takes the reigns and lashes
the backs of the equine servants.
i follow in gray-wool, blending-in;
wrestling this dream is tiring work;
with more people assuming similar stands
we pass daily at this round-a-bout life.
each toting a dream of servitude to self;
we look for meaning in every man-made tool. 08/19/2011 Posted on 08/19/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 08/19/11 at 07:34 PM A great, very thoughtful write. A wondeful and fitting title. Thank you. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/31/11 at 10:31 PM "...this round a-bout..." Oh so clever - what you did with that word. I got into the folds of that curtain and entwined in the lines of your pome... And that last line is so pregnant. "Servitude to self" - and why didn't I think of that?!#^**! Homo sepiens - the meaning-making animal... Thanks for this wonderful piece, Chaz. |
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