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rising
by Charlie Morgani rose, began the ritual.
going outside it started;
a nip at the morning's coolness,
it tastes of pennies: brassy,
coppery not syrupy-sweet;
seeing a spider's web
caught in the sunshine
like a suspended solo-aerialist,
i smile making a tombstone
of this life for that sight.
10/01/2007 Posted on 10/01/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
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| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/01/07 at 04:47 PM Beautiful feeling tone and subtle intensity. The wonder of the last two lines, combined with the "tombstone" image is strong and revealing as to what ritual this might be, and how incredible beauty in life is set into, as a gem, the difficulties. The atmosphere of the beginning is so clear it feels like you've opened a window. The end, like a photo, seals the memory. In my favorites. |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 10/01/07 at 04:51 PM I couldn't help my eyebrows raising at this line; a nip at the morning's coolness,
it tastes of pennies: brassy,
coppery not syrupy-sweet;
because you hit the nail on the head... Brilliant again Chas
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| Posted by A. Paige White on 10/01/07 at 05:35 PM it tastes of pennies: brassy, coppery... like Dave said that line was wonderfully contrasted and immediately gave a new taste in my mouth and the comparison as well. Wonderful write! |
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