"Somewhen It's Morning..."

"Somewhen It's Morning..."

A Poem by Chris
"

yep, 'tis.

"

"...Eons and light years behind my tomorrows"

…sounds about right.

 

"Somewhen It's Morning…"

 

I have a watch,

a fair one 

…a good one.

Three hands -

to link it to existence

within an inch - round and around

a world bound by its nows.

 

It's stopped -

paused

at a present that won't change,

holding every moment there is.

 

I could set it

to was

but not retouch an instant,

a breath, a heartbeat -

fingertips that live in the shadows of then.

 

I can set it

to laters

and still KNOW what I haven't

while I walk tomorrows

or any will be.

 

The stem holds me…

still

tight

close

…chill.

 

Isn't, wasn't - that I felt off

or detached

or even - on time.

Didn't feel less -

felt too more

all that wasn't me

could never be

wouldn't ever be

…there's a price of admission

to tomorrows

…called yesterdays…

you see?

 

Chris

 

© 2015 Chris


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Time changes the shapes of our shadows ..
Sundials worked without help.

It's always now, somewhere.
I stopped wearing watches
Last year, maybe I didn't want to know
What time it is..

Way Cool Chris !!

Jazz

Posted 5 Years Ago


Chris

5 Years Ago

Thanks Jazz... I like the poem of this response...
J. J.  Nightingale

5 Years Ago

Wow........... You are welcome.... and Thanks..................Jazz
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yesterday is a story we replay over and over in our heads, and tomorrow...interesting concepts. Now is where we are, at least for a second

Posted 5 Years Ago


Chris

5 Years Ago

Hi Lynn... good seeing you.
Still, Holding tickets. Commas are like that. So are mirrors.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Chris

5 Years Ago

Well said! I appreciate your pause.
This is great! The middle lines are hard to grasp but your use of the watch as a mean to think about time was brilliant. I like
a breath, a heartbeat -
fingertips that live in the shadows of then.
It freezes a moment with imagery.
I don't understand this stanza:
The stem holds me…
still
tight
close
…chill.

The end is nice: I am interpreting it that it is your present that is responsible for making changes possible for tomorrow.
This is a great poem and I look forward to reading your other works.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Chris

5 Years Ago

The watch is stopped ...paused... its stem disengaged - that help? And thanks for the pause and und.. read more
maricoona91

5 Years Ago

Oh I see. I just don't know much about watches I guess.
Chris

5 Years Ago

it's a digital age... chuckling here
Beautifully written, Chris. Captures you through the whole read taking you to a place in time ( get it). I love your writing! Always.......Kyam

Posted 5 Years Ago


Chris

5 Years Ago

I like your pauses and the "noseprints" of you left behind on the "glass".
That last few lines pulled it together and made me envious for several reasons. The meaning, the composition, the subject, the movements through and about time itself. Captured.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Chris

5 Years Ago

One day I will ask to "speak" toward one of YOUR pics of place... I hope you'll agree. Thanks Ken.
Ken Simm.

5 Years Ago

Whenever you feel like it Chris. I would be honoured.

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