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one day
by Charlie Morgani imagined it to be a day like today,
but then again, too, it'd be different;
an Edward Scissorhand day; where
i would shock kids of all ages.
slowly i reel in the wired thoughts;
my imagination's shirt tail was hung
in yesterday's screen door, caught.
a day-dream drama where i get the girl;
quarterback, BMOC; stuck in sixteen again.
such wayward thoughts; youthful detritus,
carrying no nutrients for growth and life.
one day i'll shed my carbon birthright for gold;
and shiver only when the North wind blows.
by then i can wrap my arms around mountains;
it will be good to let them cry in my arms.
they have much to say; i have time to listen.
07/21/2010 Posted on 07/21/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/21/10 at 08:38 PM I know just what you mean by an "Edward Scissorhand day". And the imagery of you wrapping your arms around the mountains - just perfect. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/22/10 at 01:10 AM Yes, while in WY I often talked to the mountains. They never spoke back except in the language of shaking, or floods from early spring thaws. Nice write Charlie. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/22/10 at 01:14 AM "such wayward thoughts; youthful detritus,
carrying no nutrients for growth and life." ah, Charlie, lost in those daydreams longer than I care to remember, I knew the feeling well. And the mountains knew it too, but much too late.
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