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a poet's workshop or the pregnant Ummm
by Charlie Morgan
waiting to give birth to words, sit the carbon units.
their orbs of understanding squint, eyebrows knit.
words forth-pouring from concise, pursed lips;
closing after each word, biting off their tips.
understanding gleaned from their arrangement
each phrase, precise, tuned, seeking arraignment,
from the expected presentation of words selected,
stirring movement in others while unprotected.
names hide the reader-writers, faces and demeanors.
they squirm and listen; white-knuckled in tremors.
fearing the worst--their words will fall, not heard
by the other's hearts, and their goals seem absurd.
once, they will say at a later place, date & time,
"i was great sometime ago; any word i could rhyme.
an exemplar wordsmith, i always left them sighing,
the many Ummms i got was my holy-grail for trying."
an Ummm to another poet is a word to interpret.
but really means Bis! Encore! Nearly perfect!
so, when i read mine give me my proper due respect
and with wrinkled face, knitted brow, look as i expect.
03/31/2005 Posted on 03/31/2005
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 03/31/05 at 10:25 PM Chaz...this poem is remarkable. As I walked through the existence and vivid pictures of this poem I completely forgot about the rhyming, the flow is so easy that I got lost into it, while each stanza is a new window into what you are trying to say. From start to finish, the poem kept me reading, kept me visioning, kept me feeling. Great work! |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/24/11 at 02:39 AM The title drew me in, but the words kept me here, hung on every word. Awesome write, Charlie! |
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