Charles Harding

(Moultrie, Georgia)

High Rise Dwelling - Poem by Charles Harding

Time has flown, it is 6:00 am again
From my window facing east -- from my cell
I see God's light, privileged as I am,
To view the glory of dawn knowing all is well.

However in contrast, below is a sordid grind.
Endless columns, spewing onerous sounds,
Along well beaten byways of human kind.
Gentle hues dissipate -- are lost upon the ground.

Deep purple is obliterated by wingless ants.
Crawling of dubious worth below the open sky.
Insignificant tunes my master plays, I dance.
Command: "Go into nowhere -- from your lofty high".

Going thusly, unwillingly at the bell,
Answering the call to recycle my time.
Then returning again to my honeycomb cell.
Above the din, to a purer chime.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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