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once started
by Charlie Morganmorning peeks over the tree-tops,
dragging the warm Pacific shoreline
air over Gerogia, to me. i breathe in.
knowing it was sent to me, i wallow
in its wisdom; for an eye-blink
i was strained with wisdom's weight.
for a moment, i was the cause of
day; then, a moment later, i walk
into Kai's room, awaken him. his
five year-old worlds, all begin humming;
like a lawn mower, started. a mower or
a 5yr.old, once started, stand back. 05/25/2011 Posted on 05/25/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/25/11 at 02:24 PM It's all circular, eh? I happily love the way Trey drains me...teaches me...mirrors me...thanks for this! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 05/27/11 at 08:52 PM So what else would you expect having grandpappy Chaz a little older mower and deeper sound, but also a whirlwind of worlds. This is so dear. Thanks for sharing your relationship with Kai. The poem has the gentleness with which grandpa would awaken sleeping grandchild. Blessings Brother. |
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