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long branches

by Charlie Morgan

a weeping willow cried,
hung her wilting arms,
letting her fingers glide,
bent; back and forth across
the blackwater pond surface.

an April wind is stalled
in mid-January in the Steppes;
can't turn around until June.
shivering, she asks us to wait.
obliging, all cicadas go down.

the Middle Earth demons of steel
recoil once again to the soil;
dig! dig! once again find the bones.
the phoenix of Man, is, alas, dust.
the fleshy parts eaten away. gone.

and i busy myself counting the setae
of my left eyelid, there is a number.
matters of great consequence i say.
great consequences from gray matter.
we sing: One Tin Soldier rides away.

01/03/2010

Posted on 01/04/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Olivia Martin on 01/04/10 at 02:15 PM

Amazing and brilliant synopsis of the human condition, Charlie -- I definitely look forward to reading more of your work in the new year; I've made it one of my resolutions. ;)

Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/04/10 at 04:58 PM

After the fourth reading aloud, I felt as if I was getting behind your eyeballs a bit, taking in a scene, imagining the way charliepoet does, but of course, that's not possible. So I just went off to my own archeological site and dug there. Teilhard de Chardin has nothing on you, my friend.

Posted by Michael Smith on 01/06/10 at 04:10 AM

Oh, very sad, Charlie... bless your soul. I feel you are identifying astutely with all the families affected by our seemingly senseless and godless wars. The scenes painted here touch the core...

Posted by Rachel Bennett on 01/07/10 at 11:45 PM

There's a definite pensive sadness to this poem, and it affected me greatly. Thank you so much for sharing!

Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/10/10 at 10:08 PM

Ah Charlie...such sadness conveyed so eloquently...though there is pain in the telling, I am glad that you have never retreated into the disaffected and the apathetic...I would miss your perceptions and insights because they give me more than a moment's pause and a good deal to think upon.

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/11/10 at 04:15 AM

your imagination and ability to insert proper nouns into poems with this much mystery and possible interpretations sets you a cloud above the rest...in my opinion. i still am comfortable saying, your poems...your works like this one make you one of the mainstays of this website. excellent my friend.

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