"What Am I Dreaming Of These Days?..."

"For once - close your eyes and just ...listen..." - sigh

"What Am I Dreaming Of These Days? …"

 

Moi? …dreaming of spending rainy days

on the porch with a coffee in my hand and

reminiscing …with you… of course. 

 

Chuckling here…

 

I tease of many …moments -

of pauses …and instants… and wish-they-weres -

and fantastical breaths …mythical nows,

dream-full thens - 

though-they-were-are-and-most-likely-will-never-be's.

Moments of reaching, finding, touching - within,

where it ALWAYS matters most and ever will.

Moments shared - thoughts entwined like souls' breaths

rapt as a Gordian Knot of treasured mights…

no longer parted out to separate ways …lost days

and nights.

 

The mind doesn't age,

ask any mirror -

we just become who we are

…’til we aren't anymore…

while the world moves in its grandeur and ways.

 

We ask too much

behind our eyes

as with each cooling sip

the sun …passes…

away.

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

feel free...

Reviews

[Larq]

You have a talent for being relaxed yet so profound...I have to read each piece again and again to uncover treasures and secret messages...there is so much below the surface. "We ask too much behind our eyes as with each cooling sip the sun ...passes ...away." Too quickly, my friend.

[Chris]

Life as we live it..is seldom as we wished it... and yet we dream.

[Kent Rawski]

I see you entered your inimitable self in this along with your carefree moments not without coffee as you entertain yourself and others with thoughtful hopefully heartfelt conversations on stages of life. To a life lived well

[Chris]

Hey Kent, how's life treating you?

[Kent Rawski]

to be honest its going on decisions to be made retirement looming

[Chris]

Congrats on making it so far! Think ahead but leave room for "life happens".

[Stephany]

Wishful and wistful moments filled with time altered memories. Sometimes the alteration is softer than the real

[Chris]

Sometimes - and yet sometimes we make our own memories up via wish-full perceptions of could-have-beens-if-only...

[Stephany]

Too often this maybe the case

[Diana]

"The mind doesn't age,
ask any mirror -
we just become who we are
…’til we aren't anymore…"- I adore this section. It reminds me a tiny bit of my own thoughts this week, "I'm a survivor...until I'm not." P.S., I haven't been on in several years, but it's a joy to read your writing after all these years.

[Chris]

Actually I DO remember you - and the Avatar pic. AND it HAS been awhile - welcome back and pause anytime at all Diana. Things and times change but good writers and poets still wander this site and share as only they can.

[Diana]

Glad to hear there are still good writers and poets about. Good to hear from you.

[Stephanie Drew]

Wow! You read my mind in so many ways........ you are so eloquent thank you. If only the mind's reflection could be captured automatically for all to see. So much is missed in the corners of our mind. The eye needs to travel and put to pen the beauty that is missed. I've always said that today's medications stifle one's genius. The mind needs to run wild and free, if only it could!

[Chris]

There is too much ...silence... out here. And often the "LOOK" you get in return for just saying "...hi..." is worse than a slap.

[Stephanie Drew]

Too true, too true. Have online friendships made us forget how to make friends in the real world? lol

[Chris]

In the "world" you really have to make a conscious decision to give of yourself - whether time, attention, things, - you have to want to care, listen, be willing to share... am speaking of real friends now - not just acquaintances. ...on-the-web only a very few knowingly take THAT level of risk. Most think they are anonymous and DO without thought or care - there IS no consequence or risk ...until there IS consequence because something unforeseen - life - happens.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Chris.
"The mind doesn't age,
ask any mirror -
we just become who we are
…’til we aren't anymore…
while the world moves in its grandeur and ways."
The above lines, life true destine ending. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[J. J. Nightingale]

the sun ..passes..
away

THAT touched the most.

Hurts to remember the facts in a straight line
In dreams, we add to and take away .. and set wishes afloat..
and feel hugs..and hear "I love you" .. .. and and ............................
smile .. out of need.

Take Care Of You Chris..

...♥...

[Stephany]

Dreams are the place of innocence, realities more real than the now. A place where everything is possible. Un-denied love, shared love and the most poignant...what if love
If we live only to dream
are we missing the delightful strands of the maybes, the what might be and what could be?
Or without the dreams and all of the maybes, are we forced to live in real time? To bear the pain
feel the joy and long for more...
Longing....
it is the tie that binds and frees...

It's nice to read your poetry again

[Chris]

Thanks for coming by... I agree with your reflections.

[olla]

ebony satin and diamond dust.. desert air.. cool and smooth on tender flesh.. the fragrance of sage and juniper and pumice.. tantalizing the senses.. I dream...