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dress me in grass
by Charlie Morgangrass was yawning, it had become bored with winter.
talking, i heard each blade yammering about summer,
then spring, then autumn, then they yawn once again;
no good to speak of about winter, the dawg that it is!
growing toward the quickly fading sunlight of each day,
it was a vain attempt at staying alive, a freeze coming.
so i huddled on top of as many blades as possible and
like a snow-Angel i warmed the blades under and around me.
i'll die in a winter, mayhaps a summer or spring: baseball
in the air, kids living for supper and the summer break.
and life will go on, even in the cracks of city sidewalks,
over the edge of curbs, you'll find me dressed as grass. 12/30/2007 Posted on 12/30/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/30/07 at 11:30 PM I can see this grassy 'snow' angel and protecting each blade from the cold. Splendid image, and like those who like warm weather, it doesn't matter when I die, but in the signs of warmer weather, there you will find me, too. The last stanza got to me...yep, some tears graced my eyes. ;-)
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 12/31/07 at 12:04 AM The eternal... the always returning. I find this comforting, assuring. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 12/31/07 at 07:36 AM Nice! MFS |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/01/08 at 08:27 PM This poem gives me chills, it has an emotional warmth and perspective that is both intelligent and endearing, so human, so full of sensitivity to life and nature and the progression of it all, including this dear poet. The beautiful ending stanza culminating in "dressed in grass" is so memorable. In my favorites. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/02/08 at 12:39 AM Without a doubt my favorite of your latest postings! The yawning grass, each blade yammering, and you huddled on top of as many blades as possible. This just creates such a picture of constancy and green newness and changing seasons. I love your language here as you dress in grass. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/03/08 at 03:03 AM I agree with all the other comments. There's definitely something about this poem that makes it stand out. Especially because to me it harkens back to Walt Whitman and an archaic message/tone, while simultaneously maintaining an air of freshness...modernity. Touché old man! |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 01/04/08 at 07:09 AM Simply beautiful and wistful. |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 01/30/08 at 11:53 PM It was the title made me read. The final verse is both lyrical and shocking. An immediate favourite. |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 07/26/09 at 12:30 AM Life so eternal and constant. I love this. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 08/01/09 at 04:04 PM When I caught a glimpse of the title I pictured you in a grass skirt. Quite an image. Then I read your words and the seriousness hit me. All I can say is you'll live another season perhaps to dance in that grass skirt. |
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