"The Next Write..."A Poem by Chris
"The Next Write..."
sipping - holding ...
quietly and more quietly - breathing.
A slight turning, moving,
beckoning... and being drawn.
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.
© 2012 Chris
AboutHaving a chance to interact with you all has been a life's dream and an honor. I thank each and every one of you for pausing with me... sharing thoughts and being. ...now you KNOW how appreciated .. more..
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