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i thought i
by Charlie Morgani caught time slowing down;
said nothing, just got in step.
only; the sarcophagus was in the way;
and me with no clues.
had to go in, to find out.
i sent my books ahead of me;
found a park bench empty, except
for pigeons playing hop-scotch,
the old man's head the board;
he thinks. and
i'm wondering about the subject;
may be Magna Carta; or Dora the Explorer.
as we drag our fantasy world behind us,
still we are what we think.
fulfillment: a day dream away.
i lifted-up the fog, crawled inside;
a cocoon of mist; i mumble to work;
where we change our clocks.
i stood back, took in more;
finally i had had enough;
i felt like it.
11/25/2009 Posted on 11/25/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 11/25/09 at 07:37 PM "i'm wondering about the subject; / may be Magna Carta; or Dora the Explorer." That's awesome. With hundres of years between the two, it helps hammer home the poem's notion of warped time. Really nice write. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/25/09 at 08:00 PM I love it Charlie. "We are what we think" and we must remake ourselves every day. Some days are harder than others. I too pick up subjects out of the air and toss them about ending up most times with little but lost time. But here you've captured it all. Very nice!! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/26/09 at 05:41 AM An existential gem, I do believe - a fascinating maze here. I enjoyed this very much. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/29/09 at 05:34 PM There is so much here that touches me and makes me think. That old man and you thinking about his thinking. How many passers-by even give a sh.. about what he might be thinking? I relate to the slowing down and not having a clue and the sarcophagus being in the way. I peek too - rarely - hoping against hope that I won't trip into one very soon. Again, you are a timemerchant reminding me to linger, tap the inner world, and let others catch a few of the rays. Bless you for another wower, Chazman. |
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