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my life with moments
by Charlie Morgan
awakening to darkness
my movements begin
their march toward
the day's end and
it arrives also in darkness.
the clock of time sleeps
until the shower starts
and the minutes begin
their countable measures,
alloting me only so many.
each minute owns itself
and awaits my attention
to dress it in meaning,
and confidently i know
i can find by day's end.
daily i meet my own ignorance
and embrace it with my ego,
let it cacoon me momentarily
until i can reach for and
hold firm the next breath.
as each moment's mushrooming
fills my uveal field
with things not real,
all while i look backward
happily not dreading tomorrow.
11/09/2005
Posted on 11/09/2005
Copyright © 2025 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/09/05 at 05:30 PM This is so dead on Chazman. With each moment we are creating; what we are creating is the next moment. Marvelous thoughts and a great read. Thanks. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/10/05 at 10:20 AM Chaz, once I read Anihe's tribute to you, I knew I had to read your poem. Incredible thoughts that everyone has but you've put into such well-ordered progression. Each moment is another drop into the sea of life - it's relentless.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 07/31/06 at 07:57 PM "Daily I meet my ignorance and embrace it with my ego" What a way of saying it, I loved this. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 12/03/10 at 03:33 AM "with things not real,
all while i look backward
happily not dreading tomorrow." I have done this. You illustrate that to me so well. Lovin ya, Chaz. May all kinds of Christmas love fall on you. |
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