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a kind word
by Charlie Morganwords traded for feelings,
no C.O.D payments due.
a ripple of small joys
for not being left-out;
a mirror's beam, shining
back at you, glowing;
such is the good word,
the good day, happy life;
the Music Man lulls us,
as we dance with bubbles;
and then the organ stops:
no wind, calliope: no wind;
the Band is playing in town
and town is so far away,
i could not hear it anyway. 04/14/2009 Posted on 04/14/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/15/09 at 01:11 AM I fear we go through life with all the "good mornings" and "hellos" we've said just automatic and little thought or real feeling. Everything habitual so our "real words" get saved until we forget how to use them. Good write Charlie. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/15/09 at 01:47 AM Really enjoyed this. It's true you know, there is no sickness worse than words that to be kind must lie. Thanks. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 04/15/09 at 07:56 AM We may dance with bubbles, but at least we dance. I like the mix in this Charlie, makes me happy/sad. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/15/09 at 12:10 PM There's some kind of empty morning quality to this, the idea of something that's probably gone forever. I can imagine you sitting on the front porch, watching the morning stumble to its feet, sighing at the loss of something great. Well done, sir. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/15/09 at 01:17 PM The images in this are so real to me. I can picture you sitting on your porch, listening to the band in the distance. A great slice of life piece! Great work! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/16/09 at 02:12 AM I want to go dancing. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/17/09 at 12:04 AM A definite mood piece! One's attitude has a lot to do with how one reacts to this poem. You've sent almost opposing messages. Maybe like point/counterpoint! Life is like that isn't it? |
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