"September Morn..."

"September Morn..."

A Poem by Chris
"

Meandering the ways...

"
Since yesterday:  The tree 'cross the way took on its autumnal view;  The grounds and path has become more debris empowered;  The flow has smoothed and become more - hesitant.  I wonder more... and see no less.

"September Morn..."

"Wanderer's Tea House & Cafe"
  so more than mere
    apropos.

A streetbench - people!
  every where - people.
Such looks, unpausing -
dare I speak, dare they?
Any notice might end their world,
  change it, change them...
And what of tomorrow
  as today slowly becomes
    yesterday.

So many conscious dreams
flowing by.  Life pausing -
put on hold while each
  catches what breath they can.

I wonder what dreams
  will end and which continue -
    we don't plan most ends,
    we just survive them -
      as only we can.

Beautiful women know they're pretty
  - and yet -
Pretty ones seldom have a clue...

Most guys aren't vain enough yet
  to know they were seen...

Chuckling here -
September morn in collegetown.

Chris



© 2011 Chris


Author's Note

Chris
A path less traveled...

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This poem is soo good! It has very descriptive words and seems to pull you in and hang onto you all the way to the end!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wonderful vivid description...i like the part that says, "Dare I speak Dare they" so true, they might just want to be left alone or you might just turn their world upside down....I am a social butterfly I would have to smile or talk, LOL. This time of season just makes me even happier! Wonderful write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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'we don't plan most ends, just survive them' how true and can produce both positive and negative survival tactics but some of those unplanned endings can be just what is needed. Like the streaming flow of this one.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I love this. The pretty ones seldom have a clue. The question is if pretty ever qualifies as good enough. The poem inspires thought, invites the reader to share. The intro has some passive tense that doesn't enhance the beauty that follows. I wonder if the intro is necessary as part of the whole or if it would work better as an author note. Just my thoughts.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wonderful write Chris. I think we may have been sitting at the same park bench. I wrote a poem about a month ago called Social, Ain't I, which is similar in tone to this one. Sitting stationary as we watch to world move by us. Great minds think alike, haha.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Love the flow. And your pharses are awesome!
I wonder what dreams
will end and which will continue-
we don't plan most ends,
we just survive them-
as only we can do.

Posted 12 Years Ago


reads easy. thoughts conveyed in a fashion of a familiar comfort zone. effect achieved through the lack of effort to produce one...like it. you're right, your style is all your own

Posted 12 Years Ago


Masqued....always unmasked....can't help but notice....and remember. Ahh...glorious fall..I hold my breath..
me^^

Posted 12 Years Ago


I thought I left words here . . . did I wander off with no notice?

Posted 12 Years Ago


human nature in the autumn light .

conscious dreams , I like that thought .



Posted 12 Years Ago



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