"Are We There Yet..."

Chuckling here... I wandered EmmaJoyGreen's poem - Is best to wait...

It "spoke" to me - right there - in ways I can't explain, just show.

This came about

and is what ...appeared...

behind my eyes...

"Are We There Yet..."

Behind my eyes are evolving moments
becoming dreams and lives,
depictions of unicorns and magyks,
of others faerie, fancies, and 'mares,
and even mine own...

Deciding to speak
to give ...life...
substance, heart ...caring...
value... existence...
to thought -
whether or not anyone may value or accept
perceptions from such as I...
That is what we as poets ...do...
share our heart, heat, hope, touch -
of we in you.

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Adele]

Hi Chris, Your poetry feeds my soul! I love it, especially this poem. As a poet I hope to inspire and share my heart with others! Loved that line :)

-Adele

[Emily B]

Expecting my own little chubby Emma to stop by in a few minutes. Have a beautiful day

[Chris]

It's been a life's time seeing you again... welcome Em.

[Emily B]

Took a while to find myself again. I'm getting closer.

[Chris]

It always takes time. Sometimes it's no more than a full circle - in the end.

[Ruby Heggie (PB Jacobs)]

I preach fantasyland to The Mafia, as some people put it. They don't get it. Retail Sausage Head's are something else, Chris.

Moderate fantasyland...

Some people just don't see this, Chris. I experience fantasyland all the time, but I'm so used to it that I live it. I get the best of reality and fantasyland in my own way

What, some people expect me to alter my imagination to Tea Party specifications?

This is still my point, and this takes care of everything, Chris. The bitchy hens need to be turned back into teacups. The Tea Party has to quit whining!

[Chris]

Chuckling here, good luck with that...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your poetry touches something in me when I read it, Chris.
And emma joy green has inspired me to be more descriptive in my own writes.

and I still don't feel there yet...but am on the road...we keep trying to write that one poem that might make our name...maybe some kind of legacy worth remembering...but it is a long, arduous travel.
j.

[Chris]

Good morning Jacob. People have specifically asked me, "Why do you write?" all along my chosen paths - and my answer has never wavered, "Because I can."

[Lorry]

Her words do speak to us Chris, despite her insistence she is not a poet, which I'll let her away with only if she calls herself a wordologist in its place, but speak to us they do.
And what a wonderful heart share this is. Superbly captured.

[Chris]

Her words touch upon so many and too often I feel she just doesn't understand how good she is... I can only tell her so that maybe, just maybe - she'll finally believe.