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i die again
by Charlie Morgan
Patchens was so right; each night i die.
and of a morrow i find the new me, eyes wide,
open for Spencer's knotted expectations,
Parren's breaking the air of care,
Niedt's obnoxious customers service.
death is occuring daily by the second.
Sturrock is banging on the walls
floating down, fading, drifting.
Ricard is killing someone in his pome.
McKenzie has a grandma's hold on her heart
for fear of it's dieing, and being hard.
as Magee's sweet fog tasting of folded honey
eases Skeen's hangover-death, too much love.
living is to die; the full-bodied life is death.
04/28/2008 Posted on 04/28/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/28/08 at 04:32 PM mmm...yep. love this. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 04/28/08 at 05:53 PM Oh Chaz! I adore this! Sturrock's banging... floating down into "Ricard's killing someone..." gave me such a laugh! And then to see you must've read (and gave Etta a listen) my Pathetic Monday's Sunday offering gave me a warm glow. I adore those two lines too, by the way..."sweet fog tasting of folded honey" assures I chuckle this little gem right into my favorites. Love it Chaz! |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 04/28/08 at 06:38 PM Love the "name-checks" in this one, Chaz! And yet it runs deeper than a gimmick - quite philosophical and reflective on our mortality.... d:-) |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 04/28/08 at 08:30 PM Wow! We are all in here...and I too look forward to a late-night or early morning log-in for inspiration! Thank you! Enjoyed this and it's going directly into my faves!!! MFS |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/29/08 at 08:56 AM Cleverly weaving us all together. Niiiiice. :-) |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/30/08 at 12:25 PM Name dropping brought to an art form...good read, Charlie |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 05/02/08 at 03:32 PM Chaz!! This is awesome, far beyond you included all of us, but the fact that the ideas and feelings from our poems and personalities create a grand philosophical themed poem is quite impressive on your end...always a master with your words! ~JPP |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/03/09 at 04:29 PM Hey! I'm not in here... guess I don't rate (Only kidding) Wonderfully creative write. Fun to read. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/26/09 at 05:18 PM well, i guess life just wouldn't be what it is if there was no death... awesome write my man! |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 08/16/13 at 06:02 AM What's wonderful all these years later is that the same theme, the aching in our hearts at the momentary bliss life is in the vast unthinkable truths we are only partially aware, still haunts our minutes and seconds...we are, all of us, in this poem, spinning the same fragments in to places we can call home. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/09/14 at 05:47 PM It was wonderful to find this again. I know u are walking with our Lord at this moment in places I can't begin to imagine. I hope He lets u know I'm thinking of u. |
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