" Midnight At Noon..."

As promised for Hana Saemon

As promised to a new member of WC - Hana Saemon.  While this one may not be what you thought I would say ...I paused with your thoughts and nothing else would have been right.

 

"Midnight At Noon..."

 

So many rip and trash the pics...

leaving the mind to midnight musings

in a noontime world

 

Anger and tears

the sounds of shattering

breaking

shards of hearts and glass

frames and fists pounding

pounding in the night - each heartbeat

heartbleat...

the silence ...cold

...empty but for the full of hurt

 

the price and guilt of caring

the tears and fractured smiles,

the KNOWING eyes all the while

knowing eyes, empty     full

sitting       waiting   ...knowing

and yet praying

and even an answer - any

answer

is but another noon's musing

as the midnight passes so slow,

soooo slow.

 

God doesn't laugh

as the arms so softly enfold

and take the dreams

we held so very hard and close

...away... again and again.

God doesn't laugh

as the hurt grows and grows beyond

and shatters what we are ...were

...would or could have been.

...and God doesn't ...laugh...

as our eyes stare into the darkness

of the noonday sun

and see the swirling lights

shimmering in the tears still held.

 

Life is choices

made and ...not,

paths walked ...and not.

Chances accepted

and run with so damn hard

that every stumble was a fall

and the bloodied knees so scarred

and the scraped palms and ragged finger tips

never seemed to heal.

And each sunrise shared

was a victory held gently close inside

and the sunset marked a place where we knew tears

were going to fall BUT damn

we tried... not to have it all

but to have our moment in the midnight sun

afterall.

 

Memories have a price...

and I remember them all.

 

Chris 

Author's Note

Memories are fragile...

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The impulsive desire to shred pictures is the impulse to rid ourselves of the demons of the past. Sadly, wherever you go there they are. Destroying the physical remnants does not erase the memory, and they follow wherever we go. "Memories have a price" ... yes ... but how much are we willing to pay?

This is beautiful.

[Bri 810]

This is beautiful. You have so many great lines in here.

[Chris]

Nice of you to pause... and feel my thoughts.

[AmandaN]

Wow,this is so powerful I'm a little taken aback. Nicely written as per,raw but sophisticated. Thanks for the share

[Rick Puetter]

Hi Chris,

Yes memories are fragile, and a good memory can be painful. Most of us lose the sharp stab of life's pain after a few years. However, bring out some pictures and the pain can come flooding back, a reason, I suppose, as to why "So many rip and trash the pics...". Yes, we do. The pain can be too intense.

Wonderful poem, Chris. Nice insight into the power of memories to renew life's pain. Let's hope we can forget the pain, but not the important aspect of experience--which can be pain at times!

Greatly enjoyed.

Best regards,

Rick

[Tate Morgan]

It is the price of regret that we have to look back and weigh the lessons learned against the opportunities wasted. Such is the fate of all of us. Though we have many choices to make we can only live on e life at a time.

[Corset]

I have all the pics, I look at them and remember, but it's true in the past it's exactly what I did, but these I still cherish and visit often. I love this part, love love it...
God doesn't laugh

as the arms so softly enfold

and take the dreams

we held so very hard and close

...away... again and again.

God doesn't laugh

as the hurt grows and grows beyond

and shatters what we are ...were

...would or could have been.

...and God doesn't ...laugh...

as our eyes stare into the darkness

of the noonday sun

and see the swirling lights

shimmering in the tears still held.

[Aramey]

Another breathtaking write Chris, I'm never disappointed when I take a moment to read your thoughts :)

[Inspiring Writer]

A true write, A memorable write you writtten, theme's good to put in your write. Well penn'd.

[Kenneth The Poet]

So so true. This is why we take pictures, which are also fragile.

[Chris]

we always take pics of beginnings and growings and some ...middles. But ends are just seen within if at all.