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consuming thoughts
by Charlie Morganlooking back, the road tapers
into a thin, laser-line;
i turn toward the future,
the one planned by choices.
i want a day off from retirement;
be 18 again, on a blanket by the lake.
and immediately brought back to now;
i want only a taste of the used-up past.
what i yearn for is the firsts; first date,
first kiss; first grope. first slap.
other memories fall into place accordingly.
ahhh, was i talking about women? again? 10/07/2010 Posted on 10/07/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 10/07/10 at 04:59 PM *grin* Sometimes we want to be caught up in something, busy till we ache with fatigue, so that we long for those peaceful moments, so that quiet is delightful instead of oppressive, so that sitting down is not the result of not having gotten up that day, so that we remember that living- living hard, living passionately, living fiercely -no matter what difficulties may come, living gives us memories to get us through the slow periods...and for you, Charlie, so do women! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/07/10 at 05:04 PM Oh Charlie, is there anything else besides women? I still remember my first and only slap. That's whole other story. And for the narrowing of the road behind, I subscribe to it being so far away it is like the perspective of western art. Great write my friend. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/07/10 at 06:40 PM God, I so TOTALLY get the nostalgia of firsts. Thanks for this.... |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/07/10 at 08:51 PM Great stuff, man. I especially like that second stanza. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 10/08/10 at 03:20 AM Charlie, there's truly no one like you. That last stanza is sheer perfection. I'd rate ya higher if I could. |
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