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Odie knows
by Charlie Morganmy kettle of words keep spilling-
out the froth of languages;
wiping my lips, the meanings sopped
by the towel of forgetfullness.
and i keep being slowed by memories;
burrs of joy that leaves me bleeding
for the wishes of my lost sunrises, sunsets.
i live gladly, knowing that i forget;
my sieve-net ripped down the middle,
allows for my catches' releases.
today i counter it all by my banal acceptance,
watch my dog;he knows my situation as he stares
at me,his head extending thru his sweater's arm-hole.
12/18/2010 Posted on 12/18/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/19/10 at 12:21 AM Oh man, those first four lines are real keepers. I do so enjoy your froth and what you miss with your towel, I will pick up with mine. Thank God for our animals who just sit and look at us as we are in the moment, caring not about the way our brains are wired or how that wiring gets tangled or corrodes. Good ole Odie, Sweetpea, and Angel. Thanks Charlie, your ability to make me smile is exceeded only by your aweingness. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/19/10 at 02:34 PM Our mouths or fingers keep opening up for the words to spill forth. Those we forget lodged somewhere in a throat or knuckle along the way. As always Charlie a really nice write! |
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