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walking alone
by Charlie Morgan
walking alone my worries get heavy;
jerking my shoulders up and away so as
to not appear as australopithecus and
for the moment i sigh; she is Mother.
a rock of life borrowed for the living.
a haven,
pillaged by fret and worried anticipation.
a nor'wester blows my childhood away as
i wonder if the world is flat or ovate.
pondering: this life and one more, whew!
an elevator of understanding is empty,
no numbered floors so let the door close.
gravity settles me down like ocean rocks.
06/22/2007 Posted on 06/22/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 06/22/07 at 06:17 PM [aw-strey-loh-pith-i-kuhs, -puh-thee-kuhs, aw-struh-] courtesy of dictionary.com was neccesary for my small-brained, large-toothed digestion of this piece, lol. I'm bipedal too. Sappy for homosapiens genus writs. Definitely a southern ape! hehee... Just call me Lucy 2. enjoyed it Chaz! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 06/23/07 at 06:31 PM !! lol !! what a great tongue in cheek piece.. aloha |
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