"We Lived With Change..."

A Friday's thought...

     I wandered the pixel world this morning.  Paused here …while looking “there” and there and there too.  I had some coffee, listened to and felt some’s misgivings and anxieties, was touched by both sunshine and season’s chill, breathed air from Singapore and Oz.  My paths took me through venues and by-the-ways.  I even wondered of traffic in the towns of Fukushima’s Prefecture and midday within the city of London.

 

     I had the beginnings of a real conversation with a poet that at first didn’t realize we were talking ~ or perhaps she did realize it but her inherent nature kept her …more thought-full and near immediate voice-less.  After a bit, I wandered on.

 

     I thought of permanence and impressions, yesterdays and the impact of so many different tomorrows - each felt in their own unique semblance, time-line, and people peculiar slices and shards of existence.  I thought about people and family - and the stress of movings and awakenings, all the cumulative changings throughout our normal lives, our acceptance toward and the depth of Rage felt, expressed, and let go and even our surviving daily success or just dealing with our own failures to thrive.  I thought of an uncommon epitaph:

 

“We Lived With Change…”

 

We lived with …change.

 

Words to live by.

Worlds some died - by.

 

Times often described by 

…limits…

and “Remember when(s)?”

 

And we - lived, or didn’t …really,

lives that existed within,

unstable frames -

uncertain beginnings.

 

Each continuing meant

yet another loss to be accepted

- another set “difference” to adjust to,

another …time… to relate to.

Yet another “pause” to reconsider - everything…

 

even ends.

 

Chris

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Su' Nacnetaf]

As others have said, your writing is quite something, the imagery was more than splendid, you sir may as well be a genius! Wording is playful, yet the narrator seems deep in thought and, perhaps a bit either worried or disappointed. It was a pleasure to read this piece, thanks for sharing.

[Chris]

You've taken the road less-traveled... Hi, I'm Chris.

[Su' Nacnetaf]

Which is also the road that leads to more wonders... pleased to meet you, I'm Su'

[Chris]

I share coffee and thoughts in any time zone... you're always welcome to pause

[Su' Nacnetaf]

I will certainly do so, coffee would be nice in the midst of this cold weather, as for thoughts, without them life would be meaningless, I wonder, what your thoughts about humans may be

[Chris]

Humans? A fear-full, inherently biased and familial grouping of impatient whim-and-wist-full wishing they were individual-pack-beings willing to be heroes so long as they don't have to think while doing. Of course that IS just a surface impression...

[Su' Nacnetaf]

Common structured thoughts with a contradictory base to rule them, it has been long since I last met you, care to state the name of a piece with an intriguing thought of yours I could read next?

[Chris]

I'll send the link in a note. Fair enough?

[Su' Nacnetaf]

fair enough

[Matching Socks]

Your 'style' is so different. And a pleasure to read.

[sharonlee]

If I am wise
it is because kindred souls
give me the gift of seeing
through their eyes
and share with me a world
far more beautiful
because their existence
makes it so.
*
Sharonlee

[Lyn Anderson]

I don't even know how to review your stuff. It is so REAL, so uniquely YOU. So cleverly constructed as to make anyone who has ever talked to you think "am I in there somewhere?" You are a cut above, in style, imagination, and execution of your poetic thought threads -- magical, your land, magical, it really is.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Jazz was here .................... xx

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yeah, good philosophy here...and poets, wow, what a bunch....sometimes we are so in our own world, pondering the next thought to write down, it is impossible to hold a conversation with us...

don't talk to me...rather, read my poem and you'll know me...and in return i will read yours and know you...but let's leave the regular kind of conversation, the normal thing ----to others.
like you said "words to live by/ worlds some died ---by"
your concepts are so unique in a way...and yet...so often, we just read you and say...why didn't i think of that, or "why couldn't i put that concept into words like these?"

[Chris]

"Reality is always the next version of "lifeware" we download." But the "Terms of Service" can be a real biatch - chuckling here.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

You amaze me... always have always will...your perception on life and how it consists of people, and to experience life fully you must experience people in their base level. You gather so much, from each person you pause with... emotions, thoughts, wishes, desires...even sorrow, anxieties, mourning, restlessness...and then your create beauty in thought and word form...like a mosaic you have taken a piece from each friend, each location, each thought provoked...and then you craft a gorgeous work of art. So I say ...you amaze me. Thank you for sharing and for being who you are.