by Charlie Morgan
man-made city stars shine a dull sadness
across the dark night and the dieing young;
i hitch a ride on a westbound freighter.
on the ocean, the stars are God-made;
glitter with all knowledge around us;
as the hand of Orion drops the Big Dipper.
i will wait for the universe's arraignment.
plan my trial's strategy when i can see clearly.
until then i will act accordingly and smile.
Posted on 02/01/2011
Copyright © 2019 Charlie Morgan
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 02/02/11 at 01:11 PM|
I do believe that everyone acts according to their own belief even when they don't want to. It is sad that many don't see the world in the beauty that you do. Good write Charlie.
|Posted by Ava Blu on 02/02/11 at 02:24 PM|
I love the second stanza though maybe I'm bias since I have three freckles on my right arm that look just like Orion's Belt.
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/02/11 at 05:10 PM|
there is something more real about the stars out on the ocean, Charlie..and they have the added pleasure of numbering in the many more millions than those we see in the city.
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/02/11 at 06:04 PM|
I wish I had your optimism. Unfortunately, right now, life is one big stress sandwhich.
|Posted by Steve Michaels on 02/03/11 at 08:28 PM|
"I will wait for the universe's arraignment" Love that!