"Listening To ...The Wind Sigh..."

Sometimes we do ...hear...

 

"Listening To ...The Wind Sigh..."

...the wind sighed...

 

I felt the world

moving

turning

flowing

shiver-shudder-free-whirl-whirling

wheeling

 

...and my breath...

my breath

breath

held me...

captive, wanting,

needing - awaiting

knowing ...that...

 

breath has a quality,

a way of being more than

the pause we take -

more than the sum of all the desire we feel.

more than the need to just exist...

more than a simple, single, relevance.

 

A friend walked up

or lived a tingle

or felt the flow

or found comprehension,

need, desire, so many, many instants of

what we know OR

he, she, I ...just wanted to

- paused,

asked a favor - take a look-see-read-thought-and

...and talk with me

about ...things.

 

and I did.

and we did.

 

He said, I said, she said, we ...said

...each said - and the wind

sighed... as over-and-over

we touched ...something -

our collective understanding,

our insight

our individual heart and perhaps even

the face of god - inside.

 

Listening to what isn't spoken

seems an arrogant thought

but

we do that

so often that it isn't chance

isn't dream believe

isn't ...any less real than

our next breath

to us

to the person needing to be heard

...to even me

as on any given day

- we need -

to grasp and hold - someone ...still...

as our world races - blurs

...becomes soooo not quite what

it was - is - should ...be...

- can't ...become...

...see?

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[Cool Handless Luke]

i see. or at least i think i do! beautiful work chris. it is hard to establish a flow when poets write in a disjointed rhythm like this but you managed to do so perfectly. it's all in the timing and word choice - great work here.

[Aramey]

It's amazing how you can make so many emotions and thoughts beautiful with your words. Thank you for sharing, and I hope you are well :)

[Akashi]

Beautifully written.......

[Rita L. Sev]

I feel the grace flowing through this poem, Chris...

As our world races... your words make me wish to stop racing, sit, and breath with the wind.

[olla]

yes.. I see.. some.. thing.. like that one lone pinpoint of light far out on the desert that gives us... to us.. for us.. because of us.. because.. because... because we are.. and Mariah sighs..

[Melissa S]

very beautiful poem chris I especially love the part ...breath has a quality,
a way of being more than the pause we take - more than the sum of all the desire we feel.

[Ruth]

Poignancy drips within each word, syllable, I am left walking through the halls of space you allow the reader to feel, just beautiful xx

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There are so many subtle things in life that are meant to guide us but all to often we don't hear due to the loud roar of life in our face.

[Rogue]

To me this has a wonderful ebb and flow... As if being gently lifted and carried by waves... A calm and serene experience... Then something changed as I perceived it in the last few lines... Somebody pulled the plug on the ocean floor and I am left standing in sand and feeling sadness.


Always with grace, Chris...

[J. J. Nightingale]

Desires dimensions change.. as edges crumble, we grasp to hold
Breath takes it's place on a pedestal high
Demanding our worship , and constant attention

We can't be that person we were, even yesterday
Somewhere there is peace to be found ..
Somewhere there is an arm/heart to aid our unsteadiness , and calm..

Be well .. Take Care of YOU dear Chris .. Jazz

P.S. It is difficult to listen to just a single word, or silence .. leaves too much to one's imagination............ :)