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afloat
by Charlie Morganthe day's warranty was wearing out;
sun punched out early, laid down.
leaving the clouds, already heavy
with worried rain, holding; fingers
clenched to the bottom of the puff.
the moon is gonna be late, we know.
seems the ocean is teasing its tides.
dangling my life, in front, as a carrot.
a soldier to this life; i bear all.
pain, blood: given-taken, tears:
come and gone and due. a life.
the parchment is crisp again;
roll the scroll to life:
cast asea: drifting to forevers.
we find the innocent to be listeners;
and prey on the pendulum of life's scales.
dances madly as the Grim Reaper has a grin. 09/14/2009 Posted on 09/14/2009
Copyright © 2025 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/15/09 at 04:32 AM You know charlie, I love this one, I read it twice and for some reason after a rather crappy day, I can relate to this. I especially love the image of the days warrenty expiring |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/15/09 at 02:38 PM Stop my brain for a minute so I can process all these shifts of images! Quite a way with words, our wondrous Bard! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/18/09 at 01:58 PM Being from the same climes and feeling ready to SEE the moon and not just feel its tickles, I can relate to the mood in your poem, brotherchaz. I can't remember the last poem of yours that brought me to tears, but this one has. I feel the sorrow and the wondering about the significance of my brief stay here. I really like the first stanza, but the line that pierces my heart is: "a soldier to this life; i bear all." I can see you in it so clearly and salute you, your Majorness, for standing up to be counted and for your courageous service. I know your charges are legion in their gratitude - even though you will never know in completeness the magnitude of all those little victories. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/18/09 at 02:00 PM I have added this one to my favorites list. I hope it makes it to potd. |
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