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your choice
by Charlie Morganthe cicada's calls went unnoticed,
save the slowly, slinking lizard;
becomes too much for the universe's
silence, noise shan't dare to invade,
a slick, slippery and, oh so, sticky
tongue is at first, there; then not.
pocketed, another sound is muffled.
another step is taken toward the sun
as all the leaves become blackened.
feathered silence slices the air;
the tree branch loses one lizard.
for so many, a day of life occurs.
blinks. gone. tomorrow is a repeat.
choose: be there with a grin; or not. 06/23/2010 Posted on 06/24/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 06/24/10 at 04:35 AM I choose the grin, darlin, especially in reference to S2, L4... I'm expecting another day full of grins, and a few will be just because you're in the world. You sure make me laugh, you naughty boy. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 06/25/10 at 08:17 PM This piece put a smile on my somewhat morose face. I feel like you...another day, shot- my life seems to be a series of re-runs. |
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