by Charlie Morgan
noises keep vigil on the stillness
of the frosty veil of pre-dawn 6:00;
a warmth of el sol, under horizon's
shoulders waits to warm the land.
a frame of fragility surrounds me,
seeing true Nothingness, multiplied.
a crack-whore of the universe;
a summer's child, a bud, a blossom.
camping in the skirts-of-town, shelter;
up against the dark skyline, my shadow
bides his time playing Crazy Eights;
waiting for the visit from el sol.
life stirs in the gelantinous mire,
a hand chooses us, takes us out
sets us free. another life begins.
Posted on 11/29/2010
Copyright © 2016 Charlie Morgan
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 11/29/10 at 08:11 AM|
'and another' fine one Charlie.
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/29/10 at 02:22 PM|
Im with Marie, Charlie: that last stanza is perfectly inspired and overall awesome. It complements this poem to a tee!