"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

...again.

 

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.

Churning…yearning…

 

Whispers…whispers…

 

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

…still.

 

Chris

 

 

© 2017 Chris


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You, sir, are very talented. This was a wonderfully written poem. I enjoyed the imagery you used, and (again) the way you used punctuation and spacing to your full advantage.

Yari

Posted 6 Years Ago


Chris

6 Years Ago

Poetry IS an aural art... and the tones haunt...
"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 sapose we coulddo this with each stana in you... This one also felt so deeply... just reaching for anyone at all to mask the thounderous sound of silence and fill a seeminly bottomless void... I am still breathless....



Posted 6 Years Ago


Reading this literly took my breath away... The last stanza
"I miss, I want, I wish, I sigh"
YES,YES..... A sad longing for ....... alas, I am still here is what I felt so deeply.. Thank you for sharing your talent and heart... shal

Posted 6 Years Ago


Chris

6 Years Ago

Hi Shal, good "seeing" you again.
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 6 Years 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 6 Years 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 6 Years Ago


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

Posted 6 Years Ago


Chris

6 Years 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 6 Years Ago


Chris

6 Years 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 6 Years Ago


Chris

6 Years Ago

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

6 Years 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 6 Years Ago



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