"A Quarter After A Life's-Time..."

"A Quarter After A Life's-Time..."

A Poem by Chris

Listening to echoes today


“A Quarter After A Life’s-Time…”


Sometimes the wind

flows across my face

and I CAN feeeeel it...

breathe WITH it...

taste being alive



And sometimes I know

I cried

because the chill

as the burning tears are wicked from my cheeks

- coats my thoughts in ice.


And sometimes I reach

to touch ...anyone at all...

because the silence is too loud

and empty is more than

…well, a state of mind.


“I caress the thorns -

so softly,

ever so gently…

with full intent of what dreams are meant to be.”

Because roses aren’t mine

wasn’t and won’t…


And I knew it - know it -

everyday in every way

with every word that can’t be forgotten

- just forgiven,

unheard you thought? - riiiight… overlooked

by the under-looked.

Each glance, shaken heads,

laughter for the poor fool

that knows …KNOWS…

what tomorrow was, is, and will be.


And me …I’ve listened to your silence -

Yes - YOUR’S…

with my Cheshire’s eyes…


Held OUR unspoken words so close and tight

while my fingertips bled

‘til the dripping, silken-red tears

cascaded through your thoughts

then falling - falling - stained sooo many.

…unending pages…


My eyes live a thousand-year stare.


It’s 92 (F) in the shade

(33.3C to those so inclined) -

and the sweat masks my face

as more and more thoughts

float and flow.

And the clouds…

the clouds -

dark edges roiling, bleak black Horizons.





The clouds promise - such a sweet promise

of mind-chilling pause

as Shadow roams free across the world

and footsteps echo against my soul.


I miss…

I want…

I wish…

I… sigh…

Am here






© 2017 Chris

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It's been a while since I've been on here and read your writing, but now I'm reminded of how amazing your ability to capture emotion through poetry is. It's definitely no easy feat.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

This is unbearably sad, Chris. Words I darn not think about my lost daughter, for fear of what would happen to my mind.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

empty is felt strongly in your magnificent writing the silence of a lifetime away from a loved one
we do sigh alive, well, and still silent

Posted 1 Month Ago

awe yes i can feel the words in this poem, thanks for sharing your talents.

Posted 2 Months Ago


2 Months Ago

Part of the same way I liked the "Real" in yours Rocks...
I loved the feelings your poem gave me. You imagery is amazingly simple and your words bring warmth to the heart.

Posted 2 Months Ago


2 Months Ago

I'm glad you find worth to my thoughts...
Your words seem to echo the forgotten, in the spaces we don’t want to admit we know. This passage especially defines those echoes for me:
“I caress the thorns -
so softly,
ever so gently…
with full intent of what dreams are meant to be.”
Because roses aren’t mine
wasn’t and won’t…

Posted 3 Months Ago


2 Months Ago

Life has a "bite" to it... for us all. Nice seeing you again.

2 Months Ago

Indeed, life definitely has “teeth” to “bite.”
i don't know why, but as i read your poem.it felt so... alive. you are an incredible writer sir.

Posted 5 Months Ago

It's raining here ..
Usually feed the evening birds, but that
is now impossible..

I hope they know I love them..
And wait for their return.

Please forgive my babble, Chris ..
You are such a special Soul
I could listen, forever ..
I miss you when you are away
but always smile
when you return..

Thank You for giving of yourself..to us..

It means so much

Just a thought away ..Jazzy.. ♥

Posted 5 Months Ago

'And sometimes I reach
to touch ...anyone at all...
because the silence is too loud
and empty is more than
…well, a state of mind.'

Perhaps quite a few of us do that.. but can't voice it as purely as you can.

From far, far over here i read your words, feel your thoughts and want to hug the sadness that runs like a stream start to finish. In all the years i've read your poetry.. you've moved life around, created corners of it i've never known nor ever will, Chris. You so rarely post these days, but oh my, when you do.. you touch heart and mind and leave gentle prints behind.

Posted 5 Months Ago

1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Lots of clever interpersonal observation in your ambitious poem with some great images. It's a bit formless but that's not bad and suits your stream of consciousness approach.
I don't get it all but I'm not too got at interpreting this.
Well done,

Posted 5 Months Ago

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