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my pink cloud
by Charlie Morganmy friend sent me a pink cloud;
it was from another world, his.
it was a pink meshbag, filled
with baby-toes of rain.
cooling here, warming there;
a travelling side-show of life.
horned toads scurried, rocks sat;
another day, unlike, yet like any other.
he didn't tether the cloud,
so windblown it became,
fulfilling to all needs.
water for the arid; shade
for little creatures; lizards,
snakes, birds and my heart's grin.
a wet cloud, pink like fish gills;
hurried my smile to last the day. 08/31/2009 Posted on 08/31/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/31/09 at 04:15 PM Oh to encounter such a cloud and all it marvelous gifts. But then I would have to be Charlie Morgan. You rain your pinkness on my morning. Thanks Chaz. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/31/09 at 11:37 PM Oh, my new fav of yours!! "a traveling side-show of life" - love that and the whimsy of this cloud! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/01/09 at 02:08 AM It must be nice to have such a friend to send such a cloud. One with all the pleasures of life and none of the pain. Well done Charlie. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 09/06/09 at 10:00 PM baby toes and horned toads....a few of my favorite things. I likes this lots. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/07/09 at 02:54 AM Your pink cloud makes me think back 35 years ago when I would love reading something like this listening to Pink Floyd - stoned. This was "far out", Charlie! Fantastic! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 09/09/09 at 11:51 PM What a precious poem! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 09/10/09 at 05:54 PM Love it! I much prefer your definition than the one I currently had on file in my pea brain. Fantastic Chazzer! Lasso me one or three and send them my way. |
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