"Streetlights And Shadows..."

"Streetlights And Shadows..."

If I 'stretched'...
I could see your garden.
Its only right there
just a lil left of
yesterdays
when you wished so soft upon THAT star

...the one you cried about next morning
cause you didn't get that wish
that one lil damn wish
that NOTHING - in the overall scheme of things,
that one lil wish that was the WORLD
your world
and all the king's horses and all... 
and you filed wishes under tooth fairie
and santa, and daddys that come back
and mommas that hold ya soft
and falling stars became tear drops
and whispers - more emptiness
and hope... just another fist
- just beating and squeezing
you dry.

And the garden in your soul...
grew... quiet, silent...
nurtured by saltless faultless tears
weeded, trimmed oh so lightly
year-by-year-by-year...

there
just to the left of yesterdays
right there hon...
I waited... told ya.

Chris

Author's Note

as you will

Reviews

[Ruth]

Damn...sometimes I read and then return, I find the meanings alter over time...

All those little wishes
promises
seemed so fertile
and yet
were sterile
barren
surrendered
to a lonely island
BUT
someone knew of them
saw them
heard them
and felt them
because they wished too
and knew
what it meant
to wish...
so much so
they waited
and wait
for those
who still do


♥

[olla]

I couldn't help but smile here.. every girl should be lucky enough to find the one that is waiting just to the left of yesterday..

[Ed Hart]

you tell tales that many of us have lived, or will

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Truly? This is a magnificent piece of writing. As usual... written in your unique style. This is a sentimental read with a sensitivity that quickens thoughts of childhood wishes and dreams that may have not come true

[kmartell]

we start then with the soul, my new granddaughter, you me, all of us... wishes are horses, and we can ride them, indeed.

it is so very good, to find another poet. this site is great that way. i come into my nearby coffee shop wifi and poetry is waiting for me.

conversational style, you seem to have been writing a long time. you must have read wm carlos wms, many others as well. the thing itself the flower cannot unfold unless we watch it.

[Amy Bumpas]

There is a innocence here, a sweetness of the heart and soul.
Great flow...keeps the mind pondering from word to word, seeing what's
next around the corner:)).

[sharonlee]

Waiting... is the hardest thing to do sometimes... for time indeed stretches....
Shar

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A most pierced and talented way of keeping ther eader involved rather than just readin the prose. A mazed flow of emotion and captivating imagery, well done

[WindSong]

This poem melted my heart and soul with its enormous beauty. Absolutely beautiful. Great, great poem! This poem is what great poems are made of...heart and soul! I shall bookmark this for future reading.