"Perhaps if I speak this way - for you ..."

Friday

 

"Perhaps if I speak this way - for you ..."

 

Was a time I sat

...there... by the window -

in THAT chair

...looking through the glass

- right there -

with the phone ...close.

 

It didn't ring.

 

Seems they seldom ever do

...ring - ya know?

 

And yet so many calls ...go figure.

that never have that THING to say -

that ONE,

that special,

that ...part I can't explain - thing

that makes me want

to cry

and die and live and fly

and run and dance and scream and shout and and !!

...and... and

 

...but it didn't ring.

 

Sometimes its as if...

as if everyone were telemarketing their lives,

leave me wondering IF

they kept it from ringing

with their bland "-ishments" of senseless "busy"

and their endless tones of self and less ...need

 

...keeping me surrounded in this,

this -

rounded - grounded

edgeless     seamless     seeming less and less -

silence.

 

I remembered how

- then and now -

to smile

to watch, breathe, care

to be ...me.

 

I just didn't want to... then

 

But not wanting to do or be -

never seems to be enough of a reason

...to not do ...or be,

and now?  I've been me forevers and evers.

I wouldn't - couldn't -

do anything BUT

be me...

 

Do you see that chip in the glass?

THAT chip ...right here...

yes, this one...

I made it      tapping and tapping

and tapping - thoughtlessly

hours, days ...a lifetime

...minutes... dreaming in inches

breathing in ...wishes...

wings crossing the world

back and forth

back and forth again

and again

finding, touching...

pausing, listening - seeing

'til with misted eyes

I left behind the noseprint traces

of footprints in whitenoise snow.

 

I'm shaking my head now... really, I am.

 

 

"Listen ...

that's the feel of the wind chimes

moved by the solar breath

reaching so far beyond

where even pixels don't ...exist."

 

Neat ... huh...

 

Chris

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[emmajoy]

A sadness of beautiful phrases, Chris. It's hard to find words, my thoughts in a gasping muddle, The lack of any type of contact is more than pain; it's the sight of unwanted exlusion, feeling unimportant, waiting and waiting is hell.

'.. that ONE, that special, that ...part I can't explain - thing that makes me want to cry and die and live and fly and run and dance and scream and shout and and !! ...and... '

Why does the unrequested happen but, the vital let.me.bask importance rarely if ever happen? Could write more, won't. But would like to add,

' I've been me forevers and evers. I wouldn't - couldn't - do anything BUT be me...'

Thank the good Lord for that, dear friend.

2020.. came to peep and weep, dear Chris. Your voice is softly speaking over the years. You're still waiting but.. somehow.. accustomed to whatever your thoughts were, perhaps still are. Superb and more than real emotions. Real. Wonderful

[Holly Mason]

I picture this vividly...
when my girls grow and go
I will forever leave their prints on what ever windows are in the home I live in at the time ,even if my girls have never visited ....when they have not had time because they are so BUSY ....maybe I put myself on the Do Not Call List...and then again maybe I didn't
thank you fine sir truly great write from your forever a friend

[Rogue]

Okay, I don't want to not leave you a review. The last one was not exactly what I wanted to say. But, you already know what I'd have said.

There is still plenty of time for love, dreams and smiles... Everyday the world changes a little and so do the possibilities...

Beautiful wording and flow of thoughts here, dear. :)

[sharonlee]

I paused and read... and reread... and left-

-no not left, moved on forever changed.

x

[SyberRose]

I love this Chris...and your unique writing style...A joy to read...Rose:)

[Chris]

Rose, good hearing you.

[J. J. Nightingale]

footprints in whitenoise snow....

I kinda get that !

Not leaving many marks these days.. staying put
Listening for answers.. waiting for the return of loved ones

I am happy you are the you.. You are .lol . .. profoundly precious .. !

Jazz X

[Chris]

we leave a lot of noseprints on our screens don't we Jazz... glad you paused

[J. J. Nightingale]

Yes we do .... :)

[shallimarRose]

Oh how I have missed the way you play with words leaving them dangle in the air.. yet somehow they come together so profoundly and provoke deep thoughts and emotions within.. Your are an artist and poet in the truest form Chris.. I am so glad to have you as a dear friend.. xo shall ♥

[Chris]

Hi Shall... how you been? This is a better poetry place than Boomer...

[shallimarRose]

LOL boomer was not a poetry place.. I came there for poetry but it was more of a social site... I also like Flexwriters and Wikinut but both have their ups and downs.. I think this seems easier to navigate....xo

[Ken Simm.]

An esoteric and bleak Sylvia's Mother. With its own inherent beauty. That last stanza is a killer. I don't like it because I didn't think of it first. Remarkable Chris, frankly remarkable.

[Chris]

You're biased... chuckling here. Hi Ken, glad you stopped by.