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i believe
by Charlie Morganwhile joe cramer is busy looking-up the word 'prolific';
i'm busy over here counting the seconds as they go by.
gnats, these ideas of mine; as fast as they're in your face,
just as fast, they're on their way to another future time.
i, a listless walker with my past in tow, it is heavy baggage;
filled with baby-toes of happiness, yet, all in all. mmmmnaa?
greet me with a smile as i erase ill times, using time itself.
so fast i've grown; yesterday morning i was but a teenager.
this morning i am as Gregor in a Franz Kafka novel; a nightmare.
tomorrow i will be white-knuckled holding my yawl's mizzenmast.
i will pull the grass over me; decline all comments to others,
and slowly grow-down; probably stop at yesterday, or the day before.
a desert is so beautiful in it's holding-hidden an oasis, life.
as is this book of life i treasure; just have to read it to the end.
i believe in happy endings.
10/27/2009 Author's Note: note: my nod to joe cramer is offered with much respect, i am most certain he doesn't need to look up that word.
Posted on 10/27/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/27/09 at 10:12 PM ... you are awesome! As always, thanks for your astute commentary, I greatly appreciate it... I just them all them poems against the wall, y'all... and see what will stick... for some arcane rationale, I just can't quit! Thanks again... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/28/09 at 01:39 AM Good write Charlie but I think time only stops for us and who knows, maybe, just maybe it'll catch us again the next time around. But I want to be a fly or gnat or something that doesn't have so long to live so there'll be less time to think about things. |
| Posted by Alicia Vann on 10/28/09 at 03:29 AM Love how this poem turns on itself. Leading us toward stopping at the day before yesterday but enticing us to read our own ending...very profound. Like this one. |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 10/28/09 at 04:44 AM hahah nice work |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/30/09 at 06:35 PM You are a kaleidoscope. listless walker, Gregor, pulling the grass over. If you keep all of this talk up, I might actually start getting a sense of humor about death. You seem to wag your finger at aging and refusing to let the bastard grind you down. I love it... and your creative soul, buddy. |
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