A Poem by Chris

An after the holiday visit...


An after the holiday visit...

"Moi... "

A poem - created and read to 
"Mad, Mad World".

Another day older - 
grousable, morning aches
behind smiling eyes, 
and yes - a few pains
to walk with
chuckle over
and get by.  

Tools to "play" with
on a host of abnormal things, 
books to wander about, 
"goodlies" to munch over,
"spirits" to quest,
spices to replace and begin anew, 
memories to sit and sip through and 
"stuff" to ensure I do yet other "stuff" too.

Blue-ray-movies I didn't see when,
TV keepsakes to vouchsafe empty eves...
bits-of-binged existence to hide within
and breathe over, mull-about
...leave-a-wish nights.

Sitting and watching the tree spirits
flicker and swirl
dip and twirl
rise and fade to the brightest black
as expanding inward - the child-me


© 2016 Chris

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You really managed to sketch a wordpainting Chris. Its vivid yet vague, it's realistic and yet fake. Thank you very much. Sincerely yours, Jules.

Posted 1 Year Ago

As always, a beautiful, simple, yet complex thought pattern -- you demonstrate both your gifts as a writer and as a perceptive person. We can marvel in the simple things and treasure the new year, take it as it comes -- better than worry, better than regret, just living.

Posted 1 Year Ago

It's essential to pause for these moments. I hope people still observe and relish moments like the one you share here Chris. This time of year is a good time. I try to find even a micro moment like these somewhere every day. The pause really frustrates the "crazy" in the world around. Thanks Chris.

Posted 1 Year Ago

And the child-me is ever born each year, anew...

Posted 1 Year Ago

Funny, the older we get the day cannot end fast enough. No more looking forward with hope...it is look backward and mope. Valentine

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Chuckling here... Hi Valentine. Good hearing your thoughts.
yes, you wrote me too, Chris.

holidays past, they are but dreamscapes now...holidays present---i mostly long for them to be over once they begin, and for life to find itself back to the everyday normal...things are different now...just don't mean the same to me as they used to...the spirit is different---the wonder of it all, changed...i've changed...

maybe i am just a holiday leftover, myself.


Posted 1 Year Ago

I can see this man as he sits. Because he is me. Have you got a hidden camera in my house?
That last line all I can say is ahhhh.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

we ARE the I's of the world...

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17 Reviews
Added on December 28, 2016
Last Updated on December 28, 2016
Tags: Poetry, Writing, CHris



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