"Seems..."

Elisa Laura's "Winter Valley" - I've lived the pic she put with the poem.

 

 

"Seems..."

 

Memories of time's grace

paths and ways

each ...place - but a breadth away

 

a foot's fall

a step's pace -

an arm, a memory's reach

and still more and yet near

to the taste of breathing while

gazing to the distance 'tween

...heartbeats.

 

And there IS wind

and it whistles clear and close

each cry a soft lullaby

and finds each space -

each nook

each pause I took

'til it bites with

tenderness and care

and caresses my heart

with its heat and need...

being there.

The taste of being

we

felt and held with

barbs touch - paused

within

by faerie ...and me.

 

Chris

Author's Note

Elisa Laura's "Winter Valley" - I've lived the pic she put with that poem. While looking at that pic, I wrote this one, Feel free to comment as you will.

Reviews

[Geon Quuin]

I'm somewhat mystified by this. The structure is obviously free verse, which I loathe, but the diction makes up for it. Although I'm quite lost with the actual meaning, I feel like I understood it in a sense other than literal. Quite an exquisite write.

[Chris]

Welcome to my thoughts... might I suggest you read it aloud - several times - to give the words full tone, and remember pauses...

[Belator Books]

*applause* For some, poetry is not complete unless uttered.

[J. J. Nightingale]

For me ... I loathe loathing .... Free verse is well named .. we are free to express our thoughts in a true and untethered tone ..

I do agree.... with Jazz :-)

[J. J. Nightingale]

:)...........

[Belator Books]

I liked--very much--that you included the concept of "the taste of breathing" an unsung description in many a scene, poetic or literary. The line "pauses I took" invoked a pleasant sort of philosophical wonder. Well done.

[Chris]

I'm glad you paused - with this one.

[Chris]

Wow such a beautiful write Chris. Wonderful poem.

[Chris]

Thanks man for pausing with me.

[John]

A poem that tries to take the measure of the space between identities, the you, the me, the we, the caresses and the barbs...some lovely and unexpected collocations, the heart's heat and need, the taste of breathing

[Chris]

Hey guy...peek at Elisa's pic...

[Chris]

the one on "Winter Valley" I mean...

[John]

Sometimes less is more, audio, image AND a poem. OKAY I think I get it! Some lovely things in the poem though. I could have done without cold blanket, but cloud on the ground has a certain resonance

[John]

The image is 'poetic'.

[Chris]

laughing here

[John]

Or like Paris I have two choose between the three graces, words, music and image..I don't know..they're all s***s. At least words leave something to the imagination.

[Chris]

I don't use pics - just appreciate them!

[John]

A few writers have created the images that accompany the words..but for the most part there just uploaded to prettify the poem..but C. I can imagine you in that landscape, trudging through that snow, heading towards the setting sun (or is it rising, I don't know)...

[J. J. Nightingale]

The breath and beats of life I've lived
Are held true to me within
Each step a gift, each pain a friend
Blessed be
The breath and beats of life.. I live ..


What would we do without faerie dust ...

Forever hugs .. just because .......... Jazz xx

[Robin]

I have sat atop many a rock , stood in many a forest, paused near near , water , and ask those around me , do they hear i t , do they feel it , and far too many times , the answer is ... no
You my friend , I know your answer ..

[Southern Cross]

You weave your words on paper much like a finely crafted textile. Words to be read and then re -read over and over for the beauty created within them.

It "seems" we had a connection dear Chris, how do I loved this....
My heart smiles, and my quill dances to thank you.
Blessed be Chris.

E.L.

[masqued_muse]

And....free is what I feel, every time you grace the shadows with your light, Chris.....No change needed. Please. Don't. Ever.^^

[olla]

thank heavens for the faeries.. and you..

[Ed Hart]

this is top of the tops, old friend

[Chris]

Hell, I don't know what to say... and my coffee's cold too. Chuckling here, you got me Ed...