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jes' watchin' Kai
by Charlie Morgana cloudy day brushed past the sunshine
as it clumbered by anonymously;
grabbed it's ticket, punched it.
zipping to the dry fields below.
the lank grasses waved 'aloha'
the last of the breeze seized,
becoming erect, tall and lanquid.
we tailed two trash-men, Slim and John.
his tossed hair-head kept all his world inside;
a stapler and junk mail matter to him now.
soon his hands and interests will zoom
toward matters of the human flesh.
05/29/2009 Posted on 05/29/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/29/09 at 03:01 PM What a wonderful little muse you have there, Charlie!Your descriptions of him always sparkle and come to life! Love 'em! (and you) |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 05/29/09 at 03:12 PM That's got to be the luckiest little boy in the world, to have a Gramps that can make the simpliest thing an adventure. Smiles and hugs to you and Kai, Charlie. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/29/09 at 03:18 PM makes me smile...with the subject matter (adorable and immense) and the way you present your words...your descriptions are interesting, vivid, alive...detailed, yet effortless in reading and that's admirable (Oh I hope that came out right, sometimes it's hard to express it all...) |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/29/09 at 06:28 PM "we tailed two trash-men, Slim and John" Now that sounds like some serious sleuthing going on there! I loved this. Makes me look forward even more to this evening when I get sole custody (well, gotta share him with Pop a smidgen, I s'pose) for the weekend! Maybe we'll tail some trash men too! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/30/09 at 12:53 PM Captivating transition here, from well worded analogy of weather, then to the humans affected by it below. Finishing with that last line effectively adds zing to the closure. |
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