"Beautiful Sounds..."

Listening

"Beautiful Sounds..."

 

I hear so many thoughts

and shape the tones into life -

so your eyes see me.

 

 

.          Sometimes breathing

.          takes more than we can give

.          at that one moment

.          and yet - somehow -

.          we did, do -

.          without memory or

.          even knowing how.

 

 

.                    "Braille..."

 

.                    Echoes and echoes,

.                    bright flashes of jagged hell -

.                    God it's beautiful!

 

 

 

The reflections in your eyes

hold me tighter

than your fingertips dancing nervously

across the keys' tops.

 

...and you don't know

- or DO you really        KNOW?

that I can see you that clearly

dearly

alone

sprawled 

seeming lost in ...thought

- gazing through the window's 'glass'

into life's dreams

...yours, mine -

every one of us that risks

...the reaching

- to hope

- to touch another

- to be touched BY another - sometimes ANY other

- to remember how to dream ...again

even after working so damn hard to forget

that you ever DID dream at all.

 

 

 

.                    "Listen..."

 

.                    When I hold my breath

.                    silence is so loud it hurts -

.                    and then the words ...fall.

 

 

 

I can hear children playing.

Small excited voices

flowing through the day.

Even with my eyes closed,

I see them running -

back and forth,

dodging the touch

gigling, laughing

calling defiance!

 

I didn't want to grow up

- it hurts - watching

what you lose

- the breathing after

- the next hour, day, week.

 

 

 

 

.          Flowers sing so softly

.          as the air lifts them toward the sun

.          and their tones fill me

.          with the sense of light.

 

 

 

Do you hear the sunsets?

The whisper as the breeze

stirs your hair.

The leaves rustle and sway

overhead as the night sky ...dawns.

Even my footsteps are hushed

as the world pauses

for moonlight.

 

I remember the voice I gave you

- inside my head,

as I read

...listened...

to your ...dreams.

 

...such beautiful sounds

- your dreams.

 

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Petra Vlah]

Your poem offers much to be enjoyed and much to think about: "gazing through the window's 'glass'
into life's dreams" and the risks that come with it is the part I liked best, but "hearing the sunset and the whisper as the breeze" is just as beautiful

[David Scott]

Now this rang as clear as a bell in my mind.
Wow! Nothing flashy or overstated. Yet you hit a universal truth in a way I could not have imagined to express, but have thought the same thoughts.
It was like finding a picture of myself after living years on a room with no reflective surfaces.
I think the way most people say what I'm trying to say is to say your poem was relatable.
Loved this write Chris.

[Chris]

David, I'm glad you returned and paused here...

[David Scott]

I too share the sense of happy rest in reading this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like this...listening carefully to the sounds of life...but what i see here is getting to know a person over the internet...and the imagination plays as to what that person is like in real life...face to face...

the look, the scent, imagining her hair blowing in the breeze...he can feel her so close, as close as if she were right next to him and he wanted to reach out and touch her skin...and in ways...he is virtually making love with her..and being in love with her.

that is where this wonderful piece of writing took me...

thank you for it.

jacob

[Chris]

Jacob... thank you man...really, thank you

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

...such beautiful sounds
your dreams --I really love these lines, and what an apt ending.

You get going in this one quite quickly...it is powerful, strong and confident within the first few stanzas, and then you sort of rock into the sublime, which I find quite beautiful. It is like music in a way; the low sounds shifting to the up-tempo middle sections and finally the crescendo which trails off into quiet beauty yet again.

Lots of great images...lots of great questions. Poignant.

[Chris]

I appreciate your pause and thoughts... music is life too - flowing and free
touching within, being held - within ...til released from our soul's heart.

[sharonlee]

I have no words. No words are needed ♥

[Ruth]

This made me cry ~
So composed are your thoughts vividly touched upon paper and screen, your writing has given me many journey's through life and I shall never forget it...truly xoxo

[Aramey]

In my own world, I'm reaching... but shaking and still refuse to pull my hand away.

There's something about this that almost knocked the wind out of me. It's the sort of write that touches somewhere hidden and deep.

[TL Boehm]

Flowers sing so softly
. as the air lifts them toward the sun
. and their tones fill me
. with the sense of light.

That part was especially brilliant to me. The whole poem is beautiful - deep - as though you are giving us a glimpse at something intimate. It breathes and flows with its own life.

[Sami Khalil]

A very good write. I really enjoyed it...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Chris]

Thanks for pausing man.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure . Rogue recommended you and your writes...:)

[Chris]

I shall thank her...

[Sami Khalil]

Indeed too...:)

[Rogue]

Fell free? Free to what?
This is a great piece of work and even you know it.
Absolutely beautiful in fact. Very tender, elegant and graceful from the structure to the wording.
It's pretty damn inspiring if you want to know the truth, Chris.

[Chris]

Some serious words... I hope I continue to inspire others to reach for their stars.

[Rogue]

Yes well.. I meant them. I wasn't blowing just smoke. This is a stellar piece of work.