|
the long journey
by Charlie Morganit began in the moodyness of a November morn;
brushed along with burnt leaves and dead twigs,
lazing atop the dead and dying grasses of an east
Texas hillside, a few miles away from a future to be.
warm, blood-red human placental skinfolds marking
elbows, knees, shoulders,ankles and of a whole-face;
i was considered born, confirmation: a slap on the butt,
cleared air passages for the trip of a lifetime.
the ancient era of 1945, punctuated with the War to end
all wars, and me, just a year later in later, in '46.
i was so happy to be free and loose that i cried.
Mama, now free and with one more to love, cried as much.
a pregnant wind blew outside, carrying in its mouth Jesus,
Vishnu and Braham; and led by Orion and Pegasus.
i stepped into the past ages and ages beyond.
carrying only a smile and a bag of curiousity. 11/22/2012 Posted on 11/22/2012
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/22/12 at 10:35 PM What a pleasure to read your works again, Charlie. It has been a long hiatus from us. Another thing to put on my thankful-for list. A pregnant wind, indeed! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/23/12 at 10:57 AM OMG!!! Where have you been!!! I've missed you!!! This one is wonderful. I meant to comment on yesterday's POTD but I've got a housefull of gobbled turkeys running upstairs and downstairs and will have to just peruse your library at my liberty to find it and comment it after my daughter and grandbaby's are gone. I'm stealthily awake and reading here way early now and found you back. What a wonderful belated Thanksgiving blessing! Glad your back, Chaz! |
|
