"It Became Tomorrow..."

"It Became Tomorrow..."

A Poem by Chris
"

It does that sometime - ya know?

"

“It Became Tomorrow…”

 

Good morning beautiful… 

seems the wee early mornings mark our

…transitions…

into the persons we become.

Became.

Are…

 

For some - it's called stress -

stress …over… day-to-day;

over life's sway;

over self-defined singularities;

over all the ouchies faced, held in,

let out, dealt and undealt;

our own “apneas” -

that “bit-of-gravy”, life’s “broth”,

midnought tremors, minds’ whispers,

our own chilled whimpers…

wish-full echoes… empty arms…

 

And ya know - for some its tears -

never endings…

fears - the shakes that haunt,

the ‘MARES -

the sights, the sounds we …live… with

survive within,

as the unending echoes surround

around and ‘round and ‘round…

 

And yet -

Some …watch as sunrise paints our lives.

Watch as coffee mysts rise and grow

and grow into the transparencies of our worlds.

 

Sometimes we wander,

wander our night’s days

looking …pausing… looking,

searching

‘til pausing with yet another ghostlet -

anothers’ understanding

-      of a what

-      of a who

-      a HOW

continuing

has become to be.

 

Remembering who we thought we were

touching on our self’s dreams

esteems… wishing to hope again…

dream …again,

knowing nothing is ever as simple -

or free -

or …free

nothing.

 

Some times it’s a wonder -

that we emotionally reach

CAN EVEN emotionally reach …out

(and in)

-      that we believe

-      that we hope

-      that the whispers fill us with

heat and heart

-      that we touch and ARE touched …again.

-      that we ARE our SELVES …again.

-      That we CAN ever BE …again.

 

…and then it becomes

…tomorrow… again.

 

“Good morning Beautiful…”

 

Chris

 

 

 

 

© 2018 Chris


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First, I had to see if "midnought" was a spelling error. I found that it is a guitar instrumental by Tam Lin on something called SoundCloud....poor quality track. Maybe it was a spelling error or just a hidden reference so the reader looks it up to find this song?
This Poem resonates with Ground Hog Day. Great movie. But indeed, it appears to be searching for self. Trying to climb Maslow's Hierarchy.
Well written with the pauses and breaks in sentence formation. A good thinking piece.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Chris

2 Months Ago

Naught is a "zero" s0 the middle of zero is...
people and I make new words all the time - its.. read more
Chris

2 Months Ago

I think we ALL resonated with the possibilities of "Ground Hog Day"...the length "heart" will go to .. read more
Myra Fellows

2 Months Ago

I do not feel as though I am getting a "dinging". If you would like to see one of my best misinterp.. read more
I don't know if you've ever read any work by Pedro Salinas, but this very much reminds me of his writing. It's that conversation that you have with yourself, within yourself, that evolves into poetry. The reflection, self-analysis, and wisdom are all present here. It's a conversation overheard, understood on the other side of the wall. It's a feeling to which we can all relate, if not today then tomorrow.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Chris

2 Months Ago

Has been...
Linda Marie Van Tassell

2 Months Ago

Will be ...
Chris

2 Months Ago

Yes ma'am. WILL be.
You take us through a transition from angst and worry to a new day dawning. I see this literal as one ruminates in the quiet of the night, perhaps after a disagreement with a loved one, but in the morning things feel less intense. If the sun is shining it has an added magic in this process. I love the way you place down markers and cues for the reader to feel they are going through this experience in this piece Chris.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Really enjoyed reading this! :)

Posted 7 Months Ago


One never knows what the day holds. It could be a good day or bad depending on how it goes or what mental negativity triggers to cause one not to feel them themselves, to feel like something's off. Something so relatable in today's world. We strive and want so dearly to feel that 'good morning beautiful' everyday. This is would have more emotion read out loud with such feelings from within. Nonetheless, it all connects well.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris

7 Months Ago

http://www.worldpoetryopenmic.net/

is the site.
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BlackRose

7 Months Ago

I'll check it out sometime soon.
if we have a really good day...if we love and are loved, if we accomplish much and our proud...that is good, but what will we do the next sunrise...can we repeat that...
and if a day has had much pain, heartache, sorrow...defeat...can we wake up to the next beautiful day and make it beautiful for us...can we rise like that beautiful sun...or will we wallow and wander in the darkness of the night, still.
always make me ponder with your writes, Chris.
great lines mixed with profound philosophy.
j.

Posted 7 Months Ago


My favorite ...
"And yet -

Some …watch as sunrise paints our lives.

Watch as coffee mysts rise and grow

and grow into the transparencies of our worlds."

Some see, some do not. Some cannot see past the mysts caused by the steam that rises from the morning cup. Some see far too well...into a reality that stings.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Mornings...."marking our transitions," yet not knowing what the day holds. Right now I am that wanderer, it's actually a good place to be. I keep re-reading the lines...so many of them speak to me.

"Sometimes it's a wonder that we emotionally reach, CAN EVEN emotionally reach...out (and in)"
I'm here too...having withstood more than I thought I could and finding my soul is resilient. Finding I can "be again." Thank you for this piece...it deeply touched me.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Chris

8 Months Ago

Come by any time... BUT - coffee has this way of cooling down so quickly as our minds wander our wor.. read more
Larq

8 Months Ago

Well, then I will throw that cup in the microwave! LOL Have to keep our worlds as warm as possible.
Chris

8 Months Ago

Chuckling here ...yes'em - though I have acquired a taste for chilled coffee ...to cool a wand'ring .. read more
We don’t pause enough anymore... many too busy to know who they are, much less know what they want and feel .... really want and feel. This is simple, sweet, whole of thought. Love the rhythm and FEEL as I read your poem. A day, a moment, a glimpse - yet full


Posted 8 Months Ago


' Some times it’s a wonder - that we emotionally reach = CAN EVEN emotionally reach …out - (and in) - - that we believe - that we hope that the whispers fill us with - heat and heart - that we touch and ARE touched …again. - - that we ARE our SELVES …again. - - That we CAN ever BE … in. …and then it becomes - …tomorrow… again. - “Good morning Beautiful…”

Seems to me that those thoughts, those creations, those words - take it all in one great glorious Light and make life live, love and live again with hope, patience, thoughts enduring - endlessly. Perhaps?

Chris, you have an uncanny ability to turn the world inside out so that readers can glimpse truth. Truth, a rarity.. the moon, perhaps, that rests seen or mometarily obscured but draws thoughts to being .. what we all crave for.. 'Good morning, Beautiful.. '

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris

9 Months Ago

and how is your day Em? The chill swirling by, winds whipping window's panes? I daydream of ancien.. read more
emmajoy

9 Months Ago

Hello... good morning. Would you believe we're capped by the most beautiful cloud.free blue sky, sa.. read more

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