"Perceptions About Nows..."

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"Perceptions About Nows..."

 

Here 

now is my morning 

- your late evening.  

 

Now

And I -

I am your past, 

already just a yesterday

...a mote of before...

And you -

you are my future

- my tomorrow yet to be,

a breath of to come.

 

You

...speak with a ghost...

 

Me

I whisper with a dream...

 

The night...

Such stars hold your eyes

bright, twinkling

so very far and yet

yet ...so very close

so touchably ...close

wishably

close

as you feel my breath

so lightly cross your cheek...

and I...

I quietly sit

the moment in hand

gazing ...softly, thoughtfully -

watching the colors form

coalesce

swirl and merge

as the whole world bit-by-bit

becomes

…while tasting you

ever on the wind...

 

Chris

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[olla]

the morning side of the mountain.. and the twilight side of the hill.. the gentle touch of fingertips and the cool caress of a predawn breeze.. even the darkness and the light have a moment.. a passionate embrace... the ghosts and dreams are really not so very different.. a lovesong wispered to a dream...

[Chris]

THIS is a coffee moment all of its own...

[olla]

coffee moments.. you have given me a smile.. thank you..

[...]

Ooooh, I love it! What dreamy, elegant, engaging, perceptions you have. I say it again, I dig your style :)

[Coyote Poetry]

It is good to be able to read your poetry. I like the places and thoughts in the poem. I like the tone of the story in the poem. Allowed the reader to feel and understand the emotions in the words. The poem had a air of teaching and some hope for two people to find common ground. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Chris]

It is a quite real depiction of our world as it is today...

[Delmar Cooper]

No photograph like a memory. No camera like the heart.

[KWP]

Sharing moments of our being
For all the world to see
Knowing your own freedoms
And in knowledge showing me

Dancing now within the eyes
As he sings a lullaby
Twirling through each gasp of air
Not daring to ask why

In the hope it lasts forever
A stolen moment for the two
Sing for me and I shall dance
Baring my soul for you

Admiring the mirror image
Setting sail on our lake
Let us drift to sleep
Saying goodbye
- to memories in our awake

Discovering the magic
It lay within our reach
Sinking deep within the oceans
Arriving on the diamond beach

Where once the sand was blackened
Turning us into coal
We stayed on the beach forever
Until the diamond made us whole

Together glittering in the sun
Stronger than forever
We two diamonds side by side
Ahhh... Yet, have always been together

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

This is so lovely but I don't know why I was so moved by this.
This remind me of my "yesterday"...

Great!

[Chris]

I'll have to listen to your "Yesterday" - just because... I'm glad you paused.

[sharonlee]

lost in both moon and sun
a bridge that spans the universe…
… foot steps and fingertips meet half way
But never touch.

Poignant thoughts Chris... ones that inspire both memories and poetical musings.

[Chris]

You've touched the intent...

[Corset]

so lovely Chris as always profoundly in the moment of your now.

[Jack Isaac]

Ah yes, the LDR (long-distance relationship) is a quandary of time : what is the right zone? When is the right time? But night, yes night, is universal, transcending all temporal dimensions into "the now"-ness of the dream state. In Dreams, perhaps only in dreams, all questions of when and where are transformed to the absolute of the "here and now." Yet in this write , the dream is quite real... as you say, Chris, so close you can touch it. Wonderful power in this write!

So, How's everything going? ☺

[Chris]

Long time no see or hear! How ARE you doing? I'm enjoying(?) the snow and ice and Polar weather flowing through. It IS good seeing you here again. Don't be a stranger.

[J. J. Nightingale]

I think we don't sleep because we want now to be forever..(me)
Good morning, good evening and good byes
It's all a matter of times
Taken, stolen .. savored ..missed
Morning, kisses with hope.. evening let's us down gentle
Then night so vast and silent, comes with awake dreams
Touches and colors and voices stream..
What was, what is, swirls soft- entwined
It's now and then .. First yours, then mine..

A second cup is needed ... a soft smile..
Thanks Chris

Jazz xoxo

[A. Amos]

You awake an urge of having a cup of coffee, while reading you're beautifully writen poetry. You know the art to make your words alive and they are speaking and you can hear them loud....