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two creatures
by Charlie Morgani arose early, a bullfrog was watching me;
we sat: him in my flower bed, me on the patio.
i didn't move,
nor did he.
he didn't croak, yet he burped Issa;
Issa burped the morning sun, just for us.
him to get flies, and me to get sad.
he lapped and smiled then croaked.
i sipped my coffee and cried for the moon,
as she lay down for a deserved day's sleep. 06/12/2010 Posted on 06/12/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 06/12/10 at 10:29 PM  
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| Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/12/10 at 10:39 PM When I googled Issa, I quickly realized that you didn't mean the International resource for slurry surfacing contractors. "Issa burped the morning sun" - love this. (and love Paige's comment)
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| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/13/10 at 04:23 AM The last stanza is so very cool and ends a cool poem so very well. Aren't these moments rare and wonderful. And they are multiplied by the poet who can breathe such a facile piece. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 06/16/10 at 11:58 PM Came back by (see this one's made into the top 10, woohooo!) and got a great chuckle from Linda's comment (what IS a slurry surface contractor!?!) because I googled Issa too and quickly arrived at the same conclusion. I LOVE his Dew haiku. See you taught me something (rather, someone) darlin! Thanks for sharing yourself... oh naughty one.
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| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 06/17/10 at 06:14 PM Love tgis from start to finish. Thanks. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 06/19/10 at 03:56 AM "Ribbiting" good read, Charlie...but what else is new from your lovely mind? |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/22/10 at 04:35 PM You, the master, sipping coffee with a (Issa)"cup-of-tea". How fitting. ;) |
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