"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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Very well written. I especially like the line "Because roses aren't mine" I just really connected with that line even if it has a different meaning. It really shows what a great writer you are, I love being able to connect with something even if it has a different original meaning. Great job.

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

what makes you think your meaning wasn't mine or perhaps even ONE of mine... and I'm glad you paused.. read more
There are so many layers of thoughts and ideas in this poem that they go deeper than a wishing well could hold.

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

What's a man supposed to say to THAT? nearly ANYTHING would be pretentious! Been awhile - how you .. read more
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

4 Months Ago

I am holding on with a solid grip. I hope things are well with you.

4 Months Ago

When would complaining ever do any good...you ROLL with it and DEAL... chuckling here
you are a true voice crying alone in the hot wind Chris.
This conjours so many visuals in my mind.

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

We live within our echoes... and the world swirls along.
In true brilliant tradition your poetic verse coddles my soul. I find your silence like a pillow on an ocean's roar!

Missed you guy!


Posted 4 Months Ago

Glad i came across this. Special words deserve high praise. Though probably not needed.
Like words that flow, and carry the story with it.
Love the longing in this, even if the boat has sailed.

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

Good of you to pause and leave your thoughts behind... appreciated.
My incredibly talented friend, your words are molecules that radiate from your life-force- real, living, bleeding, crying, hoping...profound and powerful stream of consciousness from a poet who wears his nerve fibers on the outside of his skin where they tremble with every current, every nuance..'I've listened to your silence". Because you can. Empath, genius, I laud you humbly.

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

Starting over is what we do - near all our lives...THAT is what adventure is all about AND where the.. read more
Annette Pisano Higley

4 Months Ago

I will remember that Chris- it made tears again though ...but happy ones...

4 Months Ago

Take care...laters

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Added on June 12, 2017
Last Updated on June 13, 2017
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