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anxiety of influence
by Charlie Morgan
i wanna be them, all; i live to be Rumi,
Salinger, Wordsworth, Issa, Thoreau; all.
with only two lives, this and the next
rolling questions become the rubberband ball
and strangles the answers exuding from within.
messages in light-speed roadways of thought;
say this but not that, being all your voice.
a grassy field where all is all and is, is!
the word-mongers shake the tree-limbs, see
a book drop and the words become jumbled,
a translation fixed and a floating feeling.
Patchens and his little dyings being death;
Oliver meeting a friend from another country
who hasn't been born yet; anne dillard.
aching to take Frost's untravelled path;
and hope it leads to his snowy forest, and
then my chilled fingers can be warmed.
all resulting in my anxiety of influence.
10/05/2007 Posted on 10/05/2007
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 10/05/07 at 08:47 PM Oh, do I understand this! The mix, the influence (if you will) of the thousand voices out there... how can one person make it flow together? So much of what we believe can be contradictory in nature to other parts of us...! Thanks for this one - its a good ponderance. Good, indeed. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/06/07 at 05:07 AM Interesting and original title and expression. Introspective and full of influence in the best of ways. But amazingly with all we read--I think our natural proclivities are persistent and give what only we can give. And you've got it Charlie, a unique voice. No one else could have said it just this way! |
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