"The Meadowlands..."

I read NelliKongs, "Sorry".

I found and read Nelli Kong’s “Sorry”.  I understood "Sorry"... perhaps mainly in my own way.  These last few years - damn, it HAS been years hasn't it? - has played havoc in all our lives, hopes, dreams, and interactions.  Relationships have crumbled or even died in whimperings.  Dreams didn't even get a chance to become anything.  Real was worse than many of the nightmares of old.

 

“The Meadowlands…”

 

Flowers by the world-full

swaying to the unseen voice-winds

fragrant and flagrant

unique and the same.

Shadows of the scudding clouds

darken, brighten, pause and pass as

sunlight caresses, burns, kisses, touches

draws, bares, reminds of other whens

as their nows begin and end.

 

 

I don't know the realities you really face -

just my own,

as if "Sorry" IS your daily reality

...but, if we duck for too long

we risk being actually noticed for who and how we are -

and that depth of notice

seems to really scare the hell

out of most I speak with today. 

 

We are social beings,

seeking heart and approvals

and company in our journeys

because

loneliness IS a real state of being,

not just a mind’s awareness of missing 

…something.

 

We want sooo much

and yet settle for sooo little

oft because even the little

is way more than what we had - ya know?

We so thrive in the holding of a hand

and the soft warmness of freely given hugs. 

 

Intimacy is scary cause

we ALWAYS risk who we are

just to SHARE who we are

and give another the power

to HURT us sooo deeply

that we KNOW we'll never recover...

'til we do... recover.

 

The mind KNOWS no age -

mirrors lie to our faces

as we see the what and whens

of daydream realities

in our todays worlds.

But, still we reach to others, don't we.

 

It's sad that few minds

ever meet

nor touch

nor share even the night's tears -

or sunlight's warmth,

for our worlds would be a different place

if ever they did.

 

Chris

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me of recent conversation I had with a very close friend. I almost asked her out when I met her 37 years ago, but she was not free then.
We talked about what might have been and what is. She is happily married to a great guy and we spoke of the intimacy of friendship, no fear of what is talked about....total sharing.
it's a good thing. Having friends like that, there never is "alone."

[emmajoygreen]

Your written voice is and always has been, compassionate. You see clearly, rarely if ever, pretend because you're wise enough to react to the kind, plus, know how to understand the ugly. Wisdom is lacking in the arrogant and hypocritical. You see how things have been for so many, you accept their reactions, whether or not yours. That shows in your first stanza and even more in what is not seen but hidden, one has to find a mini thought. Don't we?

Your second and third stanza takes the voice of Mother trying to show how life is, has been for a while.. and what, fact is tragically missing. How true is that. People have been and are still in cages or cells or even prisons [ their homes or where they live. When Spring settles folk should and could be making plans. Will those plans be carried out. who knows, as you infer.

The following two verses/stanzas point discreetly but rightly to the need for familiarity and affection essential to thrive, rather than the static blandness of 'better not; rather than 'why the hell not'.
Toughing .touching and being touched is one of the reasons we have skin. Sharing is essential.in so many cases for so many.

How very gently you'e included such an important factor, Chris. And yes, we still reach out.. no man is an island, after all. said and done - same applies to a woman! . Mask up? i don't think so ! Up to this point, you have shown the special you and your feelings, opinions. Your final stanza suggests life has altered, that humankind needs more but will continue to have less. Perhaps. Time to start sharing more
More freedom usable perhaps? YES? NO?

Your writing, yet again as over the year, has shown how you think then invited us to read, understand, maybe share... as .. we.. need to before we cannot. Perhaps?

[Jon Mahaffie]

Reminds me of a thought experiment I've heard of, basically what would happen if you put the world's leaders into a room together, gave them psychadelics, soft surroundings, and mediators, and reeeeeally had a "meeting of the minds". In one sense we feel like no one sees our true self, but in another sense, the sense of self is an illusion because we are literally different people to literally everyone who knows us. It's hard to even know WHO we should be in moments of intimacy, especially if you've drifted far away from your own wants and needs for long enough due to some obligation or duty to sacrifice for others. But that feeling when all of those neurotic overthoughts melt away, when you're with the right person, literally priceless. It is just so damn difficult to both find and maintain