"The Next Write..."

"The Next Write..."

Coffee...

 

sipping - holding ...

 

touching ...

 

quietly and more quietly - breathing. 

 

A slight turning, moving,

beckoning... and being drawn. 

The head just slowly nods,

tilts
- just so ~

Fingertips moving,
flowing,

floating

...Sitting here thinking now of what another write should be...

what's precious is its like having you at my shoulder gazing into MY world.  I can feel your hand tightening on my arm, your cheek near brushing mine as you watch the thoughts coalesce into existence

 

...our existence.

A whisper ~ me to you or was it you to me?

" I wonder if an errant sunbeam caught and then snatched your awareness up and away to fanciful wisps of dreams and fantasies of both play and real..."

A woman should have her fancies stroked and softly caressed.  She should have a moment to dream and just weave her thoughts into tapestries of whim. 

~ Running and running - alone, through fields and fields of flowers and waving grasses under bright and yet soft blue and fluffy cloud-filled skies - soft laughter so filling and free, echoing and echoing...

~ Standing alone on the top of a sharp-edged crag - staring out and out into wind and storm torn fragments of a world now so far away - the sheer strength of will and personal character so completely evident to all that witness from her below, and behind...

~ Being with HER children ...a picnicking moment, so selfless and yet so full of self and days' dreams ...A playground - the laughter bubbling and clear and flowing and flowing. 

Sunlight is so glimmering and shimmering
and seeming to just dance across the heavens.

...Rainbows fading into mists nearby -
so close my hand rises
- our hands just reach and reach -
without any conscious thought...

...Handing you a small, hand-just-picked bouquet of wild-flowers that just can't compare to the glow you have -

and I feel...

this is my next write.

Chris

Reviews

[Priscilla Moore]

You words float through me, into me, around me, like a summer breeze, caressing, guiding, painting images of bliss and emits strong emotions that stir within one's soul... Inspiring the dreamer to continue to dream...
So lovely.

[Hayley]

Beautiful and free. Love for a woman and love for writing, comparable in one's own point of view. I've missed your writing.

[Chris]

I've missed your thoughts... you doing ok? Ready for College?

[Hayley]

It's been a crazy summer!

[Kenneth S.]

This is beautiful. A free-floating, fully flowing, fanciful verse about love in the first degree. Very good sir.

[Chris]

It really is ...about Love - isn't it...

[Kenneth S.]

Without any kind of doubt

[Dean Kuch®]

Fro licking, soulfoul and tender, the laughter and beauty written here is stll echoing within my imagination, the green fields, flocculent cloud cover and the smell of wildflowers are etched in my mind.
Lovely...

[Chris]

Dean, I'm glad you came by...

[Dean Kuch®]

Sure...anytime.

[Michael G.]

You drank your coffee well, Chris. I can't help but wonder which it was on this day. I do know it was rich and flavorful and you used much of that richness and flavor in this beautiful piece. Well done as always, and as only you can do... in your flavor.

[Chris]

Think of all the ways this one can be parsed and then taken... I did and THEN wrote it. Thanks Mike for pausing.

[The Cobra Lounge]

I appreciate the coffee....the snowflakes that melt on my cheek. I find beauty in the laughter of youth....the smiles on my children's faces...I see the youth that escapes me daily.

Yes...that's exactly it...this writing...sugared my soul. Permeating my spirit...my womanly flesh. Sometimes I wonder how "man" can write such pretty poetry? You must have had an inspiring mother.......

[Chris]

Sometimes we survive our "childhood" , and other time...

[Penlady]

Wow!

[Chris]

Barb, it's been forever!

[Penlady]

It has Chris! And I missed you too. My life has been so busy, I'm hoping when school starts for the grandchildren I will have time left to be inspired and write some. Lots of ideas whirling around in this head but I need to carry a notebook around. The summer has been unbelievably busy.
This writing of yours just touched my heart and is so tender and beautiful.
Keep writing Chris! hope you are remaining well.
Love Barb

[sharonlee]

Dreams are woven with such grace.

[Chris]

Shar, You finished settling back in yet?

[sharonlee]

Oh yes... but the mind and heart are still in the wilderness. Have posted some thoughts xx

[Chris]

I'll have to look!

[Renée J. Martin]

Oh..this one makes me smile & I had to read it again ..

[Chris]

Hi Renee, nice to see you again.

[Renée J. Martin]

Gramercy & Always grand to see you Dear Poet !

[Tate Morgan]

We can become another in our writings To dream of others lives and thoughts

[Chris]

The ultimate freedom... to BE

[Tate Morgan]

isnt it though a fertile mind is worth a fortune

[Chris]

Some need money and fame... others appreciate the coffee...

[Chris]

and it's nice to see you here Tate.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you you too