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the fall
by Charlie Morganfingers of the oak quake all day
they make the wind fatherly-proud;
each tremor of the spindly leaf,
shakes too, an acorn holding fast.
gravity's hungry maw, agape, awaits;
resting alop betwixt sidewalk cracks.
life-giving ground yards away;
bounded by life-taking squirrels.
i yearn to help the ground move;
and the squirrel stomps harder.
10/26/2007 Posted on 10/26/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 10/27/07 at 05:51 AM You know, Charlie.. it is amazing how there is an oak tree inside every acorn seed. What a great metaphor for living and going for one's dreams... aloha to you from this side of paradise under the swaying palms... alisa ;-0 |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 10/27/07 at 07:14 AM I love the inages you painted here! Very soothing :) |
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