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a swamp genius-boy
by Charlie Morganhe leaned back. resting on a cyprus treetrunk.
a rockwellian painting encapsuling the Florida lush.
at 16 getting tall, and feeling one with the Universe,
he started parsing-out his notions and dreams.
notions he carried in a pink meshbag of ideas;
his dreams he used as tether-line to his heart.
formed the forms out of formlessness, and smiled.
knowing that something must come from all this.
bi-pedaled through his years, each a triumph;
miserys were the gnats and knowledge:his epicure.
he rocked flatness, dull hair he waxened to a bright sheen.
alas, the road got graded, then paved. no matter.
he now dances reels with granddaughters and grandsons;
he smiles at the spins, his wife views from Alzheimer's bench.;
11/22/2012 Posted on 11/22/2012
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/23/12 at 12:14 AM My grand-daughter just became 7 months so she doesn't dance unless I carry her. But someday we will play ring around a sweet girl. At 16 I was just beginning to realize there was a universe out there. I think I'e started to come to terms with it better than the humanity I see daily on TV. I refuse to watch "reality" TV because I sometimes forget what is real and what isn't. LOved the write! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/23/12 at 01:46 AM Wonderful. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/23/12 at 06:15 AM So many great lines in this, Charlie. I think my favorite is: "his dreams he used as tether-line to his heart" But then there is rockwellian, and the formlessness and philosophical dip, So good to be back to your library after a long absence. You refresh me, my friend. Thanks. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/23/12 at 11:20 AM And THIS is the offering when you return to us....oh my. Such a tasty bit of thought and fare. Yayyyy for poetry posted on Thanksgiving from you!!! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 11/23/12 at 04:40 PM wonderful to read your poems, I embrace your thoughts, thank you charlie |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/24/12 at 05:05 PM "miserys were the gnats and knowledge:his epicure." and I found myself reading epicenter there as well, shaken, after the second reading, "he smiles at the spins, his wife views from Alzheimer's bench.;"
You have inspired me, my friend.
I have missed you and your pen. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/24/12 at 10:43 PM Excellent poetics Charlie. Neat concept and vocabulary/structure to back it up. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 11/25/12 at 09:58 AM As always, your distintive style and brilliant imagery breathes life into my own passion for writing! How well I relate to this as I grow move into my own golden years... |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/25/12 at 12:35 PM *stellar* |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 11/28/12 at 06:15 PM Charlie- I miss your poems- they have elways been excellent, but this one is just MORE.II cried at the end, simply because I live at the beach and I could envision that scene. And the woman on the "alzeimer's bench"-a tragic picture. A great read- your poems always are so good |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/29/12 at 09:32 PM My mere words can't do justice to this poem, certainly not in comparison to those that have been put down before me...But I've been back to this gem multiple times, Charlie, and to me, that says it all |
| Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 12/01/12 at 02:28 AM A full life, though tinged with the regret of possibilities unfulfilled, lived in 14 lines. Excellent. |
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