"Forever ...And Why ...Ever... Not..."

Not prose... it's a thought flow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

     I don’t normally give a primer in how a work of mine needs to be… but this time - it really does matter.  Please, don’t read this quietly or just once.  It is meant to be spoken with emotion and heard behind your eyes - not merely read.  Discover your voice - my voice… listen - to what is said and HOW it’s said, and how it …can… be said, and how each saying changes it and the understanding of it, and how your understanding affects the timing and rhythm of the thoughts and their flow, and how they affect our emotions.  The format - placement, spacing, bold, italics, punctuation, et al …ALL… have purpose and tonal bearings.  There are NO word or grammar choice mistakes - each word (even word repetitions - together or not) form or symbol is meant to be exactly as and where it’s at.  NONE of this work is prose; it is all a thought flow…

 

“Forever…And Why …Ever… Not…”

What is Free?  …freedom?

What is? - what is The price …of…OF

Any  thing? …any… every_thing?

- everything?

What is The cost? …who?

Who -  pays? …what?

- what?  When?  …why?

- and why… ever… not?

 

Why is the sky? still…STILL…blue?

 -blue, Why am I? …who? who...

-Are you? …where?

-Am I? …was?  I?  Do?

- I care? When? how …did You?

- what?  Why? why did I... did you?

When?  - and why… ever… not?

 

Can?  - I? - should  I?

 …be… me? - or not be?

- or not even be… me …any me

ever …be,  such a way, a day

these… days, ways …whys…

Why?

…and why …ever… not?

 

It’s so cold… In the sun.

Feeling the rain rising inside,

feeling each step taken

- each pause,

- each thought…

Remembering “forevers”

And every …not.

 

Chris

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Corset]

my ever... not... at the time was because love always broke the best things that ... ever happened and made them ...not. So true to form...my ever ...made him ...not...here anymore.

[sharonlee]

I paused... and lingered... and left a thoughtful woman.

[emmajoy]

Read and read. as directed, and three times; then, in my own thoughts and voice. Heard questions about questions, about life or not. Did it happen, matter, or not? Perhaps, i was there said the writer, perhaps i was too said the reader. I think, perhaps it was a long wondering about thought about thoughts, about wondering about wondering if .. And, the reader did the same in my case, in a different voice but echoing over and over. Perhaps?

[Chris]

perhaps...

[emmajoy]

Then i was, am wrong.. not that i expected to be right but, i tried. Tried so hard. It's almost impossible to walk in another's thoughts, even more impossible to experience another's feelings.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Short answers leave us feeling /questioning ourselves .. Don't think there is a "wrong" dearest Emma .. ..

[Mark]

A lot of poetry paints pictures. this one painted emotions for me. Those feelings deep down where the well echoes. Great work.

[olla]

like a kaleidoscope of words.. the patterns ever changing.. with each reading..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like what you do with the phrasing, the repetition...the echoes of thought--

one thought leading to another but not necessarily related, and often opposite...

excellent piece...i was caught up in the sounds..i will be back to hear them again.

jacob

[Chris]

Getting caught in our moments IS life. Thanks for pausing Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Pausing on your page is always a lesson for me...and i appreciate learning from your words.
j.

[Rita L. Sev]

I read aloud twice today - and on another day, I will do so again, reading a new poem. Your thoughts flowed to become my thoughts...

[Chris]

"Every day, each hour, moment - our minds find a flow of life ...and the taste echoes throughout us."- me.

[Emily B]

i remember all of it backward and forward, but that doesn't mean i won't be back to visit the words again

[roarke]

words, symbols arranged on a page, digitally rendered, and all of the above in this explicit case- When read, the reader injects their own voice, intonation, emotional cadence into the display/performance and thereby things change.

Your voice, my voice, our voices, collective drops, conjoined entities trying on shoes, hats, gloves, emotions, visions, prophecies.

said quietly aloud. The echoes perpetual ripples in the mental continuum. The choice, the focus, the choral harmony all part of the individual and the ALL one at the same time.

[Chris]

I'm glad you're here man... you make a noticeable difference within this world ...to me.

read moreI'm glad you're here man... you make a noticeable difference within this world ...to me.

Take care.