a boy-man grows
by Charlie Morgan
a boy-man unfolded in front of me;
hangy-down pants hitched higher,
eyes that chased an idea til caught,
an Archimedes moment, lasted 4 weeks.
a veiled child; his haunt was Adonis
features; innocence his fire-iron brand;
slowly the hood fell from his shoulders,
metamorphosis, more than a Franz Kafka novel.
he is no enigma, just a growing boy who
could be the next Langston Hughes, Ali,
or a common man with a wife and two kids.
bringing civility back to civilization.
Posted on 08/04/2009
Copyright © 2023 Charlie Morgan
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/08/09 at 04:49 AM|
Ah, the vision of a wise grandpa is what I see here - not too old a gypsy to fortunetell this boy - so fortune-ate to have such a one in his life. Delightful, Chaz.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/07/14 at 03:25 PM|
Always a pleasure to read Charlie. I wonder how little Kai is doing. It felt like he was as much of us as Charlie.
|Posted by A. Paige White on 07/08/14 at 03:32 AM|
I miss you, Chaz. Enjoyed your snapshot. lLike Kristina said, Kai was the light o your eyes and Logan was mine. We always had that bond. I miss you!