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what did i find
by Charlie Morganhazy days trump the sun in their venue;
seems the winds, too, blow clouds along
covering the heads of all kids playing,
mothers crying over their spilled milk.
heavy atmosphere gives way to a warmth,
bathing the land to the shadowy horizon;
sunlight cracks through the east window.
i awake startled, start to begin my day.
did i find an unused pirate treasure map?
one with the markings of a king? a queen?
pences? dubloons? perhaps the secrets
of life, death and all in between; a day. 08/11/2008 Posted on 08/11/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
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| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/11/08 at 03:28 PM That first line is genius!!! Isn't it amazing, how God put Mother's milk so close to her heart? That never occured to me before I read, "Mothers crying over their spilled milk," and I wondered if you meant the kids spilled their milk, or the Mama did, and I imagined it to be the Mama's crying over milk spilling from their own breasts - reader's interpretive perogative, I guess...:-) |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 08/11/08 at 06:20 PM All between a day, today mothers crying over spilled milk could have a whole new meaning for me ( unrealized childrens dreams) but on the whole what happens between a day when you think about it and all the people who lay sleeping, dreaming and hours passing, it is amazing. smh |
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