by Charlie Morgan
a poetic storm without words
shakes me, commas, semi-colons;
the drudgery, enslavement of
of my neuroses, for i have many;
a life walking on trampolines,
all coat-tails running from inertia.
a scrambled evening-breakfast of poems;
all waiting at the gate to my memory;
all waiting, the paper and page is slow.
i fell to earth, God's cosmos birthed me;
my parachute the thin air around me, all.
since i now know the answer is: there is no answer.
i had mind-written an anthology of poetics
from there to here; my mind's printer, broken.
Posted on 08/27/2010
Copyright © 2019 Charlie Morgan
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/27/10 at 12:04 PM|
so is mine right now, Charlie...but you said it far better than i could.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/27/10 at 12:45 PM|
hoh boy! Can I ever relate.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 08/27/10 at 12:57 PM|
A very find write Charlie. It reminds me of a book I have that discribes how a two dimensional person might try to feel what a third dimension might be. I think sometimes our mind gets a glimmer of a dimension that we do not know and cannot put it into words. Again nice write.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 08/27/10 at 02:29 PM|
|Posted by Rowan Luis on 08/30/10 at 10:13 AM|
A Life Walking On Trampolines, dumped me right on a trampoline, really evocative...and uncomfortable. Your mind printer's broken... have you tried turning it off and on again? :)
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/04/10 at 02:42 PM|
As a fellow poet, I really enjoyed this. Especially that last stanza, and the use of "from there to here; my mind's printer, broken."
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/08/10 at 12:45 AM|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/08/10 at 06:22 PM|
Oh, how I identify with the last four words. But this whole storm (what's up with you and Chris?) is one in which I can find myself. Thanks for saying it, Chaz.
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/08/10 at 11:34 PM|
Maybe your mind printer is out of think Charlie....CharMin
|Posted by A. Paige White on 09/09/10 at 04:06 PM|
Wow. It's wonderful to find this 2.2 @ 1. I have found myself in these storms, too and 2.2, too). Like the eye of a hurricane I have found God to be and how do you put that into words? So glad to find this (and most of all, you!) here. Beautiful, Chaz.
|Posted by Jared Fladeland on 09/15/10 at 06:53 PM|
nifty work here