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a start
by Charlie Morgana thought smokes inside your head;
sequestered in the rumble of breezes.
cures tumble out of the spout,
syruping all that is below.
mankind scratches an itch, rumples
his sweaty shirt; continues.
a cosmic yawn and the Universe rolls over;
each corner sought to become the other.
such is. and we all nearly fall off.
there is a warning bell: called Death. 02/19/2010 Posted on 02/19/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/19/10 at 05:29 PM Oh boy, Charlie- what can I say. One of your BEST pieces-The last 2 lines are superb! Thanks! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/19/10 at 08:22 PM Ah yes Charlie, the sign says, "caution life ends ahead". We see it and run. Others say "no" while some run toward it saying, "yes" as if they were immune to it. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 02/20/10 at 01:51 AM I do love this piece, the imagery, ur tailored craft is clear in these lines...the last line feels different from the rest of the poem, but perhaps that is the point...I think the previous line could be a good ending too, but just a thought, not here nor there...I love each stanza for their own merits, but syruping really stuck to me, fab!...ur poetry is always a pleasure to behold...peace to u poet, jewels |
| Posted by Shonda Chrissonberry on 02/20/10 at 03:24 AM chaz...me thinks ~ it is what it is and what it is is good....mmmmm ~ yesh. *hugs* |
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