"It's March ...Again."

as promised...

"It's March ...Again."

 

I paused in the sunlight today

listened to the

...wind

whispering from so near within.

 

Do you understand the accent of

breath?

Do you feel the softness

of each tone,

each pause,

each touch of the lips - tongue -teeth -throat

...each fingertip it crosses until it

reaches

your ears, heart, mind

...soul?

 

 

I think each YOU knows best how you are doing ...

Our world is what we know best and yet

sometimes we become aliens by leaving

what we had for what we haven't.

 

 

 

 

The longer we live
the less innocence we have...

 

...and the longer we live
the more innocence we share.

 

I don't believe light withers
just the fingertips that reach
ever and ever - for it.

 

Sunlight is the shared smile
warming our cheek.

 

 

I touched her cheek

and held her cold hand

- and it warmed.

She wasn't there

but she was - there

...different time

another place

she was remembering smiles

I couldn't see

in ways and places - I knew

but wouldn't touch

...cause they were hers

- and she wasn't alone.

 

 

I felt her leave

and the pause -

when she looked

and understood...

she didn't say goodbye

she didn't ...say... goodbye.

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[olla]

my beloved Mother waited until I was not there.. because she knew.. I could not.. would not.. say good bye..

[J. J. Nightingale]

I think each YOU knows best how you are doing ...

Our world is what we know best and yet

sometimes we become aliens by leaving

what we had for what we haven't.


I am still working on these lines ... ... ??

Maybe we leave, and roam .. because the grass seems a deeper green on the other side .. and our ruby slippers are worn & have lost their charm ..

[sharonlee]

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/1136085/

[Baby Ricochet]

Do you understand the accent of breath. I love that whole stanza, Beautiful poem Chris

[Chris]

Semper Fi

[Baby Ricochet]

HOORAH!

[J. J. Nightingale]

We always knew each others thoughts
And shared a heart and soul
it's hard to think
It's hard to breathe
Without
being whole ..

You r touching places of the heart .. gently and deep

Jazz

[Chris]

It's March ...again, Jazz...

[J. J. Nightingale]

How I know it ..............

[J. J. Nightingale]

The difference being .. this was about my Mother ..

[Chris]

smiling here... I like the way yours shimmers in my eyes...

[J. J. Nightingale]

I like the way yours has a softness, and stays gentle on my mind and heart ..

[Chris]

Same month different subject... and so many "I's"

[J. J. Nightingale]

True ..

[J. J. Nightingale]

I'm in such a rush to share these days ..

[J. J. Nightingale]

(Oh Mine had almost the same Title ... but I chopped it .. ) That's why I said I wrote mine first .. :)

[roarke]

the greatest knowing is not having to say goodbye.

A great expression of the gift of "being here" being now, being. Hard to express, harder to know.
A nod to knowing.

[Chris]

I'm glad you came back... you were missed.