...crying while laughing
by Charlie Morgan
not understanding the train metaphor,
leslie wraps his elbow to hide the hole;
a vein, where all his money goes; 1974.
ilene allows how she just wants to be
loved by everybody; her warmth, coin
of exchange to those broken, bent.
dwayne, talking to loretta; wanting.
his meat the treat, she is in defeat.
still talking, still missing the Woman.
me: signing the times with mmhuhs,
and 'what i hear you say is...'; same
train of life missed, waiting to fill up.
from neophyte to master, we meet;
the road: rocky, smooth, dangerous.
like seals lined up for a sweet fish.
they are me: me they. descending
ignorance our common blue plate
special. Forevers in our own eyes.
Posted on 05/03/2007
Copyright © 2016 Charlie Morgan
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by A. Paige White on 05/03/07 at 10:44 PM|
Heavy stuff, Chaz. It takes what it takes. We all gotta hit a bottom before we can look up. Some just never look up.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/08/07 at 12:30 PM|
Captivating exercise in connect the poetic dots Chaz; great syntax throughout and great title; hits pretty close to some of my own past experiences. APPLAUDS
|Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 05/10/07 at 11:16 AM|
Brilliant thumbnail sketches of damaged people (sounds like group therapy) - and yet the message is in the desire to connect, which is something we all need, no matter how "put together" we think we are. Great use of language here.... d:-)
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/11/07 at 01:44 AM|
Well, that's one peek into the segments that make up the all. You have the master magnifying glass. The beauty of it is that the closer you look, the more fragmented it all appears (illusory). The opposite is also true, the further you look away, the more cohesive it all seems (more illusion). And the truth of it is, digging deeper or pulling away, there is no beginning and there is no end, either way. I know, the alternate title could be "Infinity - in still life". Hehe.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/11/07 at 07:03 PM|
I like the clipped snapshots that, with the names, make these folks come alive, the shared commonality, and love the line "like seals lined up for a sweet fish." I do like how you write!!
|Posted by Laura Doom on 05/11/07 at 07:39 PM|
the same release, pardoned and paroled...subtonic blues to my ears :)
|Posted by Tony Whitaker on 05/12/07 at 03:50 AM|
Starting from the first stanza I was captivated and couldn't help but think of Neil Young's "The Needle and the Damage Done" and then the stanza "like seals lined up for sweet fish" depicting us as humans on living life. Wonderful!!
|Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 05/12/07 at 06:07 AM|
Me you him her all of us, yes all of us only human........How bout that ignorance? So tasty until it is gone, than you are hit with the worst of aftertastes......
|Posted by Eli Skipp on 05/12/07 at 01:00 PM|
|Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 05/16/07 at 11:20 PM|
A structure that was as much a part of this ode as the theme..Kool Dude! - RCatski
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/28/07 at 05:44 PM|
Haunting reverie! Poignant, ending with a sense of (though ignorant of) hopelessness. This sad tome says to me that life can pass one by and not even be missed!
|Posted by Jean Mollett on 08/26/08 at 11:29 PM|
Great write. It's full of many emotions. Powerful
thoughts. We all hope, no matter who we are. That when the day comes for each of us to depart, that someone will miss will always miss us. That we will be sadly missed. And never forgotten.