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speaking of Karma, Ali
by Charlie Morgan
Karma has a trail o' pomes following it;
some deleted by a moment sliced like
the tomato that it is. like the proverbial
possum, i should've slept thru it all.
then i wouldn't take it so personaly;
such is, i am. scary is invented.
i'm still working out this life.
Glad Jesus is bigger, taller, realer.
12/29/2011 Posted on 12/29/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 12/29/11 at 11:58 PM I hear that! ~JPP |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 12/30/11 at 04:18 PM Jesus is a tomato too! |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 12/30/11 at 04:22 PM One thing that plagues me that I read in this poem is "I should've slept through it all." I am often wondering about the ignorance is bliss anyway, that the end is the same for someone who is at the brink of Everything as it is for someone who hasn't recognized the will to care. But your image is so well framed by the truth that a Possum is only faking it...only pretending...but not really sleeping. I love the Karmic undertones of that state of being. |
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