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i'll be smart then
by Charlie Morganit could be a day much like today.
yesterday, for that matter, any.
a crisp air will have a note pinned to it.
taste me!, for i'll not be this way again.
linger, it will whisper, leaving a finger-tip.
as my grip will becme damp, loosen. then freeze.
seems time will be on one of it's loops again;
leave me dented, wrinkled: a pig skin of love.
i'll be the real Don Quixote then, a soldier
for a General no one can out flank or outrank.
a twirl with the Cosmos will begin, legato; fluid,
smooth then build to full-force, i'll be whisked away.
a conversation of me keeps me alive, living in minds.
i lean on my elbow and see all, but will say naught. 09/07/2008 Posted on 09/07/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 09/07/08 at 11:18 PM "a conversation of me keeps me alive, living in minds" is such a beautiful way of looking at the people we leave behind remembering us in memory tapestries sewn with words. That last couplet is my favorite part of this one, Chaz. The last line made me giggle. What are the odds of a poet being able to say naught? Even if they're smart! ;-D |
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