Chapter 2 - "Life's Eye View..."

Chapter 2 is done

 

I've been wandering the world again today.  Europe, Egypt, Middle and Far East, East Coast, West Coast, Canada, Oz, some of the slavic lands... neighbors - with fences to stand at and thoughts to share.  Catching up on the I's out there.  Listening, thinking... listening more. 

 

Watching the world a person at a time.  Pausing, being paused ...remembering how to breathe is easy sometimes though the breath just doesn't come.

 

I'm going to make some sort of soup today.  Something with bite I think ...enough guts to it to pause me, make me think, maybe take some of the cold away.  Yeah, something ...something... a...

"Life's Eye View..."

 

Sunrise ~

 

The sounds and taste of the sea -

the birds, the wind- each breath... 

sun warmed and fresh, free - full of

light and life

and SOUND

and BEING

...and it's all

surrounding

and inside

and ...and ... and its BRIGHT

and clear and clean and life and

...love.

 

Sunset ~ 

 

Feeling

...the "soft" comfort of warm,

crumbling earth

turning and being churned

twixt thought-less moving fingers.

 

Feeling

...the soft cushioning grass

beneath world-tired feet,

standing tall while gazing 'cross

hill tops and timeless dunes -

rooftops and concrete ribbons -

dragons' scales glistening in the

sinking-falling sun -

living the pause

the "rush" of the air

life flowing

and time floating by...

 

Chris

 

 

"In The Darkness..."

the sounds of you

...barely stirring

echo so softly inside.

I don't even remember when the smile forms
but I feel it...

I really do.

Chris

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"To Be or..."

 

If I wrote our names in invisible ink - how would you know the pen hadn't dried or run out?  Would it matter if I misspelled your name or even mine?  Would I matter if you thought it was him that wrote of you?  Would you even see me at all - have you ever - seen me ...ever?  ...at all. 

Did you ever know I existed? 

 

...But I never laughed - at you...

Chris

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"...tic..."

...and sometimes for both of us.

 

Its like I feel the clock ticks...

 

...tic...

...tic... another minute passed

- what to do, what was done

where to go, how to be

why?  Why not?

 

...tic...

...tic... Autumn sun ~ fake summer days

flying by - but the trees know

and the flowers too... changing, becoming

- old and bold or dry ~ drying

trying to be a last breath of ...of

...of the life so tightly held within.

...tic...

...tic... Cold, chill eves mark the days

and ways we pass existence. 

Even the birds took wing

leaving me to watch as the sun shimmers

on pale and earth-toned 'skins'.

 

...tic...

...tic... each breath is a memory

each memory ~ a life's time

come, held, passed - used, abused

meted out a pause-at-a-time.

Loves me, loves me not...

being wanted is such a lil thing

- somewheres, somewhens.

 

...tic...

...tic... the moon is the harshest one

mistress to none.  Sit and stare

fill the silences with ragged breaths

scudding clouds, snowflakes gathering inside

all falling stars - each one untold wishes

from we who are warned that if we speak -

naught comes true ...and yet tears tell all.

 

...tic...

...tic... I'm not cold - just being me

sitting, tasting the aerie - overlooking life

and being ...being...

thinking toward ends, beginnings, amusings

~ the illusions of allusions

awaiting the moments I won't blink

within the ones I do.

...tic...

...tic...

...

 

Chris

 

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We draw many lines along our "ways".
Some we cross -
with long, sure,
hard and fast strides...
and some  - we just stand so close
the line becomes skin...

and we can never turn away

because it is part of us.

 

Chris

 

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I understand this...

 

"Shades of..."

 

Here it was raining outside.  It spattered loud and hard on the roof and siding, windows stuttering... drawing.  Wind whipped to froth, and the froth rejoined into rivulets.  And the eyes...the eyes caught - held - follow - Up and Down ...and down ...and up and sideways ...the windowpanes ...it flows... time ...flows ...seamless - no beginning, no end. Flows ...away...

 

...away...

   

...the walkings,

distant and sightless stares;

the mind finding

places to be,

someplace ...safe

and free of

pain

and fear

and hurting

and being helpless

and lost

...alone...

 

and what its like to return

over and over and over again

- light and dark dreams

til you wonder which IS the dream

and which is ...awake

and neither is either.

 

AND THE SHRIEK as lightning rends the...

 

...mind...

 

and its raining

and raining

and ...raining

 

inside

and behind your eyes

 

and you don't see the tears

you ...just...feel

soooo very ...heavy

and need to lay ...down

and down and down

...in the real

...in the dream

real, dream, realdreamrealdreamreal...

 

Chris

 

 

 

 ...Dream

Author's Note

Feel free

Reviews

[Kristina Moulaison]

You do force your reader to feel, experience your words...to pause and breathe them and really understand your mind in that moment. It is how a poet, a writer sees the world, brimming with connection and meaning, vision and depth. I loved...
"We draw many lines along our "ways".
Some we cross -
with long, sure,
hard and fast strides...
and some - we just stand so close
the line becomes skin...
and we can never turn away
because it is part of us."
So good and deeply felt by me!

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes, your writing is the "rereadable" type. What a great story you tell, individually and as a whole.

[Sue Hart]

Inspiring thoughts that lead the reader to stop and listen, back up and read it again. Powerful messages.

[Lucifer Jones]

Stunning. I am proud to read... humbled to ever have this be construed as a review. You are a beautiful talent. 1 of a kind my friend.

[Einstein Noodle]

your chapter vignettes ... unique style ... you are you :))
"To Be or..." and "...tic..." are like that piece of almond under ones dentures ... could not stop looking for it to be resolved ...
the whole first section Sunrise Sunset etc. completely engrossed me ... walked with you and so many memories of like appreciation came to me. .. (thank you)
fascinating stream all somehow connected ... do you take these journeys before or after coffee :))
one has to savor your words Big C. ..you are unique.
E.

[Ruth]

Your work is real emotion that stuns my soul! xx

[Lydia Shutter]

Poignant stream of thoughts here, Chris. It's fascinating to follow them. True emotions come out to play when tears flow. To pray inside a dream....and then to awaken with a new perspective......very unique. You have a special way of expressing your thoughts. I liked this. Lydi**

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You feel everything... from the earth to the sky...even the rain knows you are there...
It's the tic, that never ending sound which makes me feel lonely...

Nicely penned array of perpetuating thoughts...

Beautiful read, yet your melancholy words sit heavy on the heart...

[Chris]

You paused... its really nice to have you listening to me. Thank you hon.

[Donald Meikle]

I'm feelin' free. Felt the loneliness, and the close memories,and the acceptance of it all. Good write and thought train ride.

[SyberRose]

Well its midnight and I'm reading your poems...they are so captivating and delightful and touching,and I enjoyed the one about the invisible ink especially...also the line, The tears tell all...they certainly do...well have a nice night Chris...SyberRose