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an idea of a windmill
by Charlie Morgani walk thru the haze of wonder;
everyday.
ready to pounce on an idea.
i have an idea that today may be the day;
the moment i open my eyes and see.
i watch my dreams packing-up to leave;
and leave they do, everyday.
leaving is their way of getting attention.
my attention, i know them too well.
a weaker man may shudder at the sight.
i grin, knowing they will return;
it'll be a Don Quixote night. full.
full of dreams making dreams of dreams.
just as Quixote makes windmills into Dragons.
they too will bow to my every whimsical wish.
i know the way. just need windmills.
07/29/2009 Posted on 07/29/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 07/29/09 at 05:37 PM I enjoy your outlook, Mr. Morgan, and appreciate the image of bending dreams to your will. I think this piece is well framed and has good symmetry. I also really like how you perfectly concluded the poem with your last line. Great work as usual.
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| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/29/09 at 08:06 PM Want a walking partner? I know where the windmills hide.... |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 07/29/09 at 08:50 PM sometimes I have to get out of bed in the middle of the night and write down my elusive dreams before they are blown away by those windmills.. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 08/01/09 at 06:18 PM man charlie! i all ready wanted to go back to bed and do more dreaming, this makes me want to go dream even more! (i suppose i can stick with day dreams until tonight) |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/01/09 at 10:45 PM You know ole Quixotic me you really have me going with this one. What is so very cool is that a man of your... uh... maturity... is still looking for windmills ... and finding them. May your dreams never vacate for good. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/02/09 at 12:04 AM Breath of fresh air poem, swirling tumbleweed-style right into my re-uptake inhibitors ;) |
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