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it's a good thing
by Charlie Morgan... that all or this is not real;
i mean, like you can really
touch it. we think we do, many times.
elusive, a butterfly fluttering by,
and i join in, my leaden feet buried;
counting and marking-off tomorrows,
scribbling in The today, with a grin.
a foolish perch i seek, as age's Guru
holds my elbow; we keep a steady egress.
darting on a narrow path, few choices;
turns, a way-station for indecisions.
do i write, swim, trim the no-name tree,
do i fill a fern with the weight of water?
do i go erranding? just lie down, prone?
i'll get me a cup of coffee, first. 09/24/2010 Posted on 09/24/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 09/24/10 at 07:49 PM Love the balance between the casual, meandering voice and traditional poetic thought process here. Well done, Charlie. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/24/10 at 08:06 PM Coffee is always a good plan. At least, in my book. :)) |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 09/25/10 at 04:07 PM Poetry in motion...love it.....~JPP |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/25/10 at 11:04 PM Sometimes the choices are weighty, the coffee lets us percolate a little longer on it, and The day keeps teasing us. I like this one a lot. Thanks, Charlie. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/15/10 at 11:23 PM Ooooo ooooo ooooo! (those are long o's) for that third stanza. That image is haunting... maybe too much so - that hand on my elbow and me egressing and flowing and yes, erranding. I love the way you create words, Chaz. It seems I am seeing me in our pomes a whole bunch in recent months. Feels good - sort of having a chum to egress with. Thanks for this, my dear friend. |
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