and you got it bad? by Charlie Morganall sorts of wandering thoughts
kept coming into my head.
i thought of my masters hut,
and my seat upon the mountain side,
where i first dreamt the idea of exploring.
years and years seemed to have passed
since I had begun my journey,
and twilight drew on,
while rain pattered against the windows,
as i remained still, sleep sealed my eyelids.
seems the road was raised slightly
above the surrounding country.
i smelled poplar trees on either side;
a dozen verdant acres in length,
were laid out in terraced gardens.
life had grown very stout:
her daughters, Youth and Beauty
were in their prime and exquisite,
all the while looking radiant
yet glowing less each moment.
and me with only my senses
and sensibilities, neither
of which gave any solace,
only the heartbreak
of a measure not yet met.
10/12/2005 Posted on 10/12/2005 Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/12/05 at 07:21 PM I really like the tone, choice of vocabulary and construction here Charlie, albeit after three reads, the message fragmented, not clear to me of what you're talking about. Perhaps a little more expansion to fill in the missing pieces. |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/12/05 at 07:53 PM Assessment, evaluation....feels like a running theme here. Where have I been, am, going. Even self-vivification. Great, Chaz. |
Posted by A. Paige White on 01/04/08 at 05:14 PM I think at times we are all incensed at sensing our insensibilities. I know I am. With ya on this one, Chazzers. |
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