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whomever you are
by Charlie Morganeven the strangest things start with something.
so many of my scars you can't see;
nor feel them, then. but know, they
are there just like the Sun's beating;
here every day, some days're cloudy.
for instance, that magic moment you feel.
is much like any other, this one you just felt.
tastes sweet like elderberry wine; forever.
or tastes sour like an unripe persimmon.
so i say Happy Birthday; a day discovered
becomes one to blow-out the candles; wish.
don't worry, i'll wait, just til you're Queen
and i, King. the world held within our arms.
tho, only sixteen we have the world's whirl.
the Moon is our spotlight. leaves me questioning.
what is your name?
05/05/2010 Posted on 05/05/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/05/10 at 05:41 PM Good one Charlie- love the last line. How does your mind work??? |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/05/10 at 06:36 PM Geeez Chaz!!! Having just asked that question twice and finding it here, makes me wonder at the wonder of how quickly our guardians can travel. Now I wonder if yours sits on the corner of your computer screen with his blackberry (or the angelic equivalent-whiteberry?) to send a msg to mine... love this! and you o' course! |
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