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seeing five
by Charlie Morgancoolness slows me down, memories
of the Sun keeps me going.
how can i explain Time when
it moves so quickly?
his cortex filled with me,
mine, not yours; facing forward
to the fuzzy future, his innocence
being the vanguard of endeavor.
i leave in a trail of anguish, hidden
by my piano smile and hilarity.
birds flying overhead carry
his wonder on every wing-flap.
i see him molting; nest feathers
fall gently to his shoe tops;
he sees five, just up ahead. 10/27/2010 Posted on 10/27/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/27/10 at 11:35 AM These are always so endearing, Charlie. I love the view from your eyes. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 10/27/10 at 03:25 PM I like your outlook on things and you're able to really get the emotion across. Nice writing! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/27/10 at 03:37 PM The usual quiet wit and intelligence. Really well done, sir. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/27/10 at 03:38 PM The usual quiet wit and intelligence. Really well done, sir. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/27/10 at 05:01 PM Another great write Charlie!! Watch him closely. Tis the molting season just started or recognized for what it is, the questions, the enthusiasm for life, love, the pursuit of things just out of reach of us all, seen reflected in his climb toward the edge of the abyss and into it, into life which is the true abyss. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/27/10 at 11:48 PM I loved those nest feathers falling gently. |
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