"My Very World..."

My very world 

on a Tuesday no less… sigh.

 

"My Very World…"

 

Scuffing feet,

wet, sloughing grass.

Wrought iron table.

Wrought iron chair…

patchwork deck

criss-cross shading by bare limbs.

The settling creaks…

 

Silent morning -

sun and cold, cold blue

coffee-thought-wisps spreading in the aerie.

All the words…

words…words…

falling and falling and falling -

word-drops glistening on paper petals 'til

leather - bound and pressed 'tween for forever nights

and wished-so-full-days…

 

Words of me’s

words of… hers’

words of silly inconsequential nothing-mores than

our thoughts of my nows

of others nows

of tomorrows’ nows

…of never-weres-nor-will-be(s)

…of what it’s like to wish

On falling stars

On porch steps

sidewalk curbs

sea walls

stone walls

fire escapes

tenement windows

"Mirror, mirror on the wall(s)…"

empty, chill rooms

beds …floors

corners…

 

Words …so many words,

all the echoes

flowing,

surrounding

pressing - tightening.

Closing

…fading

…fading…

 

Do you EVER dream of …me?

I dream of you …I do ya know -

soft ones, warm ones

scalding ones

and they all share a theme -

YOU

And me.

 

Sometimes it's just words shared.

Sometimes just a hand being held

as the world moves by - as it always does,

moving …by.

 

Other times it IS more -

And more than a kiss

And more than a touch

MORE

a whisper

a desire

a need

a WANT for …US

MORE

than just a presence

than just holding or being held

…so much more

so much more.

 

I feel the sun.

It’s caressing my mind

as it meanders across my skin

warm and spreading more heat,

the very breath of life.

 

Words…

Words…

Falling and falling and falling

within my mind…

 

Chris

 

 

Author's Note

feel free

Note: "Mirror, mirror on the wall(s)…" is from my understanding of "Sleeping Beauty" a poor witch's soliloquy. Actually "Snow White" as pointed out by JayceeC below.

Reviews

[patricia]

It's your words that give me pictures, and those pictures...man...are what I need. Glimpses are so beautiful.

[Viv Wade]

It is a magical gift that you possess, of being able to take everyday moments, thoughts, dreams, and capture them in words forever, like taking a photo or pressing a flower. Beautifully expressed!

[Amber Lily]

This says so many things. But most importantly, it says that writing can contain anything. Past, present, future, and even things that seem impossible to happen, can all be made to happen with words on a page. Words contain a bigger and bolder universe than the one we live in, for they can contain anything.

"Word-drops glistening on paper petals" - a beautiful line!

[Chris]

a very REAL line as you yourself know...

[David Scott]

Reads like a wandering mind would stumble round in a semiconscious state of cognitive fluttering. I like the feel I get when reading this poem. There does not seem to be a point or conclusion to the write. Instead, the reader is lead like a tumbleweed within the mind of the poet. Interesting write Chris.

[Chris]

Some thoughts have no "point" or conclusion - they just are the thoughts that flow right then through your mind. Thanks Dave for pausing and speaking up.

[Melissa Lynn Keeling]

Incredible how some can just catch your attention, hold it and leave you desperate for more... words... Words just like yours. Enjoyed this! Thank you for sharing :)

[Chris]

Morning Mel, glad you paused

[wordman]

a beautiful write chrs,enjoyed

[Chris]

Thanks man, good seeing you

[Emily B]

Your words have all the power to intoxicate with none of the next day hangover. Warm sun does a body good

[roarke]

hm, I too have begun to highlight if you will what the day of the week is. Sometimes it's routine, repetitious or other times, it's a declaration of reaching it again, and giving that day another chance. Like all of your work Chris, you express on many levels at once. Inside thoughts, outside stimulus, unfold the moment and celebration, the homage, the heart string vibration of the moments.
"coffee-thought-wisps spreading in the aerie." one of my favorites here.

Then there's this one:

"of tomorrows’ nows
…of never-weres-nor-will-be(s)
…of what it’s like to wish
On falling stars
On porch steps
sidewalk curbs
sea walls
stone walls
fire escapes
tenement windows"

reading this lets me know, some where, some time, another shared this same experience of thought.

I don't always comment on your prose Chris, but I at least try to tread water at the deep end.

[Chris]

Hell, you give ME lessons with every read of yours I find.

[Corset]

Beautiful, I love how your voice changed tempo, dropping to a whisper as if sharing a secret, wonderful bit of romantic writing, bravo Chris!

[Chris]

so I caught your wandering eyes for a bit...good, nice seeing you here.

[Corset]

I'm here more often than you would realize, it's hard to comment on perfection, one just nods, laughs or cries or sits silently for a moment in contemplation. I should comment more, just so you'll see my footprints.

[Chris]

noseprints are precious.

[Corset]

uh! why did that just leave me grinning ? Ok, from now on I leave you noseprints.

[Chris]

its all in the window's glass

[Corset]

lol, I 'spose

[Chris]

And it IS Windows 10 now - least for me.

[Corset]

yes, for me as well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's the kiss and touch of words falling like autumn leaves, or snowflakes in winter, or on a rainy morning in summer, glistening, pelting our mind like drops...of inspiration...and those memories of a someone, a sometime, a something...

love those cold cold blue mornings of fall...and always, words.

j.

[Chris]

It's what we do and how we are... ya know?