"Sunday, December 2nd..." Part of The Cafe Series

The Cafe' Series - A Keurig moment...

"A Keurig moment..."

~ a kitchen table disguised as a "cafe" dream.   Seems we have moments when being who we are isn't always WHO we are.  While it's actually Monday now, this began Sunday and is still continuing.  I could say what time it is but - nah...

 

"What are the "flavors" of our existence?  the "tastes" of our thoughts?  ..."

 

I looked up - "Mary?", no, there's no Mary here - wasn't, isn't, won't, can't, couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't...

dreams and even imagination pause as life flows on.

 

I reached to the Keurig -opened, put in a pod, closed ...tapped the button

~gurgle and hummm~  coffee...then silence

 

silence

 

the coffee still gets cold waiting for me -

~they could invent a blanket?

~how DO you tell the sex of a coffee mug?
~just what DOES a bobble-head coffee mug look like?

 

tv has "noise" value

 

     "How was your day?"

     Oh, it was fine - a wee bit busy but the holidays are coming!

     "Yeah, they are - be here before we know it."

 

 

     Buy this, that, and whatever "other" thing...

 

Damn, an ad for some music I remember

 

When it was new...

I felt some things were important!

and some things didn't mean diddly.

and I buried some friends...

and now

some things were important!

and some things didn't mean diddly.

...and I buried some friends.

 

Grace isn't amazing anymore...

 

I never had to be in a shower to sing...

that's a silly thought to share.

I miss ...way too many.

 

"Sunday, December 2nd..."

Seems things don't always go as we wish,

so who'd a thunk? -

and some - times -

just ARE what we thought.

 

You can't always be wrong

but then again ...it hurts - ya know?

So who is to say what's

the right

the wrong

the "way" - to be or not?

 

I hate mirrors - now more than ever

I see me as I want and then - as I am

and I KNOW ...know... the difference

 

-dreams ...reality...

 

what it means to breathe

- to want both to and not.

 

We shroud our selves within

and live as we hope life will let us

- and it doesn't

and then ...what?

 

I'm not thankful enough.

I question the whys and nots.

I understand the unspoken answers

- for what are they ...thoughtlessness,

self-nesses... (even mine)

specific evidence of what and who matters

- and not.

 

I walk my world

with fingertips and thoughts.

I sit quietly and watch

awaiting pixels touch.

I've listened so hard -

to the breathless silences

...with all that I am...

 

as I earned each tear that fell

with each goodbye and farewell

 

 

 

Chris

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[emmajoy]

' I've listened so hard - ~ to the breathless silences ~ ...with all that I am... ~ as I earned each tear that fell ~ with each goodbye and farewell' .. Chris, you always extend your feelings past, present and future. It's as if you're arrived at the man you want to be, however deeply you feel about certain times in your life.

There's a sadness here, a not quite so sure.ness and yet, not a vestige of self.pity, rather more a shrug and 'that's how the journey was.. now here.' You write with such heart and sweet power.

[Corset]

There will come a time in a person's life when they are no longer full of self- and they will sit in front of a one cup coffee maker and wonder why they did the ...didn't, and Mary will be cold in her grave, but she will have gone with white hair and a memory of didn't, could have, should have, would have given all that she had but he just didn't, because he thought he was always wrong when he should have been right, but he didn't.

[sharonlee]

Taste life on the tip of your tongue
savour subtle remnants of each moment
all the textures, traces and intoxicating touches

Live the Layers of Life

[Chris]

It's good seeing you Shar.

[sharonlee]

And I, you sir.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

"Easy come, easy go" is a big part of what life is about and the older we get the more our mind get jumbled with nostalgia. It gets to a point where the timeline even gets mixed up... before I continue to ramble let say great poem.

[Chris]

you ramble well... and I appreciate your pausing.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you very much, I love to ramble :)

[J. J. Nightingale]

I got out of bed
And it was almost noon .. ?
I was so tired and weak and tired and ..
It must have been bad for her at last
I thought about her, strong
Then I got the call
The time and place didn't seem important
And it was almost midnight .. ..
And I thought about her again

Sometimes the world is quiet and small, and some times, we are silent
and nothing at all .

I used to never pass a mirror without .. ..
Now I don't know why I even get up, at all
I guess because I can ..

You truly know how to touch .. Jazz

(Coffee, who knew .. xx)

[Chris]

Very, very well done Jazz.

[J. J. Nightingale]

YOU always bring out ME .. I like extra cream and a "sweet and low" Maybe I should get a Keurig .. Thanks for allowing me to ramble .. xx

[Chris]

Sometimes we need the encouragement...

[J. J. Nightingale]

True Dat ! :)