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a jumble day, righted
by Charlie Morganas Argentina cries for Eva or Madonna,
my head-in-my-hands symbolizes what?
my dismay for me or for the world?
my friend writes to tell me of moments;
his moments with his 4yr old daughter;
i ain't got time, i got both my hands full
with my 4 yr old grandson. moments. hah!
already,
i called-out into the soupy-dark night;
my echos were sent away, unheard.
yet, i saw the movement. i knew.
something's happening.
everything's moving.
watcing the day start small,
then grow so huge, i cower;
hoping that it doesn't take
Straghtners from Erewhon.
03/31/2010 Posted on 03/31/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 04/01/10 at 05:08 AM Charlie, I always enjoy reading the inner workings of your mind! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/01/10 at 03:59 PM Charlie- one hell of a piece- thanks for sharing! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 04/01/10 at 07:44 PM Hi Charlie, isn't it hilarious the more things change, the more they remain the same? Reminds me of that quote...'to everything there is a season'.. I trust all is well in your part of the world...alisa |
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