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first we quell memories
by Charlie Morganevery crack's dawn is an incubus,
a Santa Claus that totes memories.
he's born of time and coddled by man
to become the pet of happy times.
a foamy crest of air keeps the count
of centuries, eons; a timeless notion,
as all things occur at the same time.
we mark our existence by tired bones,
dry muscles, and a 6 by 6 plot of earth.
i smile as i cross this bridge, pause.
breathe in as there's no law against it.
drink the water right out of the clouds;
and burp carbonation from center-field
of my youth gone visiting, he'll return.
06/17/2008 Posted on 06/17/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/17/08 at 11:03 PM I have long loved the notion that "time" is simply a boundary meant to mark the passing of events, but in a place we cannot really comprehend with human understand, time doesn't exist. I love too many of the concepts in this piece to name them all. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 06/18/08 at 06:24 AM You evoke a timeless wonder here.nice! MFS |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/01/09 at 06:25 PM I agree with Alison. I loved this entire piece and the concept behind it. I especially loved the last stanza. great read! |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 08/26/11 at 07:13 PM This is wonderfully written! The whole thing speaks volumes to me. |
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