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a Zen moment with Kai
by Charlie Morganfound a flip-book of childhood dreams,
stopped midway through; life begins.
headed happily toward a tomorrow of chance,
and already full of fear today, i stare down;
capturing two blue-hazel mirrors, curious.
so i read. the author, his stories are so perfect,
rather, he makes them so. i think, i can do that.
yet, he leaves no dangling words lolling,
as they wait for their turn, like dairy cows.
keeping in check every honest answer
i give forth what is wanted to be heard;
rather tiring on the nerves that stretch
to hold and clasp my worn word's honor.
like a pirate's bullion, his smile glistens
my heart as he reaches for his granpa;
grinning, jabbering, content, he clasps
at all the tomorrows hidden in my hands.
looks up at me; tomorrow just arrived.
04/18/2010 Posted on 04/18/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/19/10 at 01:47 AM Nice write Charlie and I'm jealous. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/19/10 at 07:30 PM Amazing what hands hold - well done, Charlie! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 04/20/10 at 06:38 AM charlie this almost makes me want to have a grand child... but i guess if i want that i'll have to get around not wanting to have my own kid. hahaha. fantastic write. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/21/10 at 01:45 PM With my first grandchild on the way Charlie, this one hit me in the place where nurtured memories and experiences still root a lovely garden. Well done, sir! Well done! |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 04/26/10 at 06:44 AM first of all, great opening line--just lovely! This is a wonderful piece...so many fab images, like: "two hazel blue mirrors"..."they wait for their turn, like dairy cows."..."like a pirate's bullion, his smile glistens" and "he clasps/ at all the tomorrows hidden in my hands."...this piece is exquisite...I never knew my natural granpa's, but I wish I did again now...peace to u poet'pa...~jewels xo |
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