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take a day, any day
by Charlie Morganas the cooling breeze wafts, ever lightly,
across my face and body i see the Moon;
feel its tug at the blood in my veins.
i need a pirate's ship sexton, to plot
my way; and the skull and crossbones
show my colors; fearlessness and grit.
my ship's quarters' laced with doillies;
i am drawn to and lashed at the mast;
i feel nothing. spit out the brine
that washes across my face, my wounds
remain unseen until i get the Daily News.
close the paper; and present full-face
to the waves of change and it's alterations.
Chief Joseph was right. i will fight no more, forever. 08/18/2010 Posted on 08/18/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/18/10 at 01:32 PM A great write Charlie. Oh do I hope you have seen as I have his trail. Such a wonderful leader and great person. Ah for the days of bows and arrows instead of bombs and missiles. And before you we have progress? |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 08/19/10 at 09:26 PM A brilliant write- thought provoking from start to finish. |
| Posted by Aaron Blair on 08/22/10 at 07:44 AM Best part: "i feel nothing. spit out the brine" |
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