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i'll pull up a chair
by Charlie Morganno longer am i honed; i've begun dulling.
everso, everso; still and yet, i thrive gainfully.
i'm a fat sow in a cool sty, piglets pastured;
i own the breeze; a sow casting a warm shadow.
i stretch the embellishment until it's a lie;
and like a baited troutline, i await the prey.
don't start with me, my lonely silent thought;
heel-chased my ego into the beach-corner, rocky.
i. retired. two words that don't go together;
retirement, a mold of a held-breath, a silent death
some warn, an already-used-up-tomorrow, today.
no lawmakers to repeal the physical laws encasing me.
my mind is a parakeet; shrieking in a chattering
shorthand of harmonic avionics; the audience: you.
again, a poet dies. always, a poet. always. a poet.
05/03/2010 Posted on 05/04/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 05/04/10 at 02:07 AM i suppose we are all poets in our own right. whether or not we admit to it. another thing getting me thinking about mortality... another great write! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/04/10 at 10:53 AM Another excellent write Charlie. Keep it up and you'll live forever! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/04/10 at 02:45 PM Well said in that last stanza. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/04/10 at 05:02 PM Someday I'll teach you the art of retirement, my friend, and we will call it something different. In the meantime this poem calls me to attention and I will stop my chattering to listen. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 05/04/10 at 05:35 PM Ah retirement. Wwhen you can sleep until noon if you want to. I, for one, am enjoying just sitting back and watching the grass grow. Until it's time to mow that is. Enjoy being able to stop and smell the roses. And I don't have to say enjoy the benefits of having grandchildren. Love ya Chaz |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 05/04/10 at 08:12 PM ... brilliant, I loved your word choice and flow..... |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/05/10 at 01:10 AM GREAT PIECE! |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/09/10 at 04:30 AM Make sure the chair's not a rocker, Charlie...there's a lot of life and jazz in the old bones yet, as this poem and this poet ably proves! |
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