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a long ago winter
by Charlie Morganyesteryear; a word, a life found by others;
reinvented by our memories, just right.
this world spinning, orbit: a memory.
each whirl, leaves a partner to sit,
grabs another damsel-year to dance;
and lets her down gently, then another.
so many dances, so many billions;
and still the music plays, off-key
to some of us, on-key to others.
only young ears pick-up the new sound;
passes, pounds my ancient rock-hard drums,
makes a noiseless noise similar to the wind.
i want to hear a boulder break, or a cloud;
gravel and water to hovel at my feet and
bear the brunt of all pained yesterdays.
12/01/2009 Posted on 12/01/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/01/09 at 03:44 PM A wonderful write Charlie. And I suspect what we feel is so right or wrong with the world has little effect on how the universe spins even though it means so much to us. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/01/09 at 05:33 PM I loved the damsel years let down gently, the perpetual motion of it all, the generations checking out each other's drums, and that very exceptional last stanza - the boulder breaking. Thank you! |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 12/01/09 at 06:56 PM I always enjoy your poema Charlie, I love the way your mind works. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 12/01/09 at 09:56 PM The last stanza of this poem is remarkable. I thought you had something pretty good with the preceding ones, but those final words really took it to another level for me. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 12/01/09 at 10:21 PM I can't write a comment to out shine those already there, except ditto multiple times. Great poem, Charlie |
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